Nothing gets by you people

Both cooldad and coolboy (my Dad and my baby brother) wanted to know if I'd fallen off a cliff on account of the lack of posting.

Sorry, nothing so exciting or deadly. I've been busy being a schmoopy and embarrassing person. Although I promise to try to keep that in check if only because I made my sister Jenny vomit all over her keyboard yesterday with my words.

Went down to Provo for Memorial Day and had a cookout, wherein there were:

Limeade and roasted red pepper & lime hummus by me

Homemade ice creams by Jenny. Think key lime, coconut cheesecake, dulce de leche, and chocolate mousse--and then go cry about whatever inferior dairy products you ingested on Monday. And maybe blame the person who fed them to you when you have to begin therapy.

Coolest berry couscous thing and that amazing Martha Stewart corn by Bethany. You grill the ear and then slathered it with butter & sour cream, sprinkled with paprika, rolled in asiago cheese. While eating it, you hope your reaction doesn't get filmed and end up on the Internet somewhere.

Insanely good cardamom cake by Cicada. Even if she doesn't offer you a piece, she might allow you to smell it. At which point your eyes will roll back into your head.

Lovely grilled meats and hospitality by Lyle, who is much happier now that she's done with the bedrest thing and now has a cute snuggle baby to show for all of that--one which is no longer actively trying to kill her.

But SPEAKING of babies and the people who are in the midst of producing them, I warned Gentleman Friend before we arrived that we were going to be among the child-bearers for the evening, and that the conversation most assuredly would, at some point, turn to things like afterbirth. It is unavoidable.

Except it ended up being way worse than I'd anticipated. I blame Cicada and her thirst for pregnancy knowledge, since she basically parked it on the couch and said, "Okay, tell me everything!" I did my best to be start other conversations with less nipple cracking and vaginal tearing over on the other side of the room. It helped a bit. Except I now have a really, really strong urge to order some of this online and start using it, like, today.

Ed snapped this pic me and Gentleman Friend at my mother's request. How cute is HE!

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