Little Miss Hurricane

Every time I hear anything about Little Miss Hurricane Irene, I can't help but to start singing Johnny Cash's old "Goodnight Irene."  And what's better, then, than a little porch trio singing it?*



For those of you in Miss Irene's** path, be safe, stay dry, and don't try to go swimming in a flash flood.  It always seems like it'll be way more fun than it ends up being.  (Kind of like camping.)

And come back soon, because this weekend I'll be working on a tasty treat revelation (it is like a vision from an angel), working on a few little house projects (because the in-laws are coming next week and the house needs to look like less of a disorganized pile of garbage), and maybe even taking some pictures of Mitch (in case you forgot what he looks like).  If we're lucky, I'll get Matt all liquored up and make him perform dramatic interpretations of Lifetime movies.

Happy weekend!  T minus 45 minutes until I'm inhaling some Mexican food!


*Note to self: start banjo playin' porch trio band with Matt and Mitch.  


**Also can't help but to think of Irene from the Seattle season of The Real World, who told angry Stephen that he was gay and then was the recipient of "The Slap Heard 'Round the World."  TV history!

M Cubed (+ C) Vacations: Lake House

The next stop on our tour of the East Coast was Matt's parents' lake house on Lake Gaston, North Carolina. Matt's parents have done an incredible job of creating a place that's relaxing but never boring, and a place where I often eat my body weight in cheese and crackers.

Mitch loves the lake house, too. And why wouldn't he? It's dog heaven. He doesn't have to be on a leash, there are lots of other dogs around, he is allowed on the couch, he gets to go for rides on the boat, he eats plenty of steak scraps, and he's spoiled even more than he is at home (a feat I wouldn't have thought possible). And the best thing about the lake house for Mitch--SWIMMING. I can't get enough of this cuteness.

First, he eases his way into the water. He prefers to use the stairs.

Going. . .

Going. . .

Gone!

When when he gets out, he has to do his big dog shakes.

But his favorite thing is to swim with his mom and dad.

"Um, Daddy, I want this noodle."

"Mama, I love you. You're the smartest and the prettiest and the funniest."

E.T. and Elliot, I tell you.