Polish Dumpster Party

And now for something other than complaining (I promise!):

I had quite the busy day yesterday. A Turtles birthday party at 1pm. Ten year old girls that are very into nature. Yay! One of them voluntarily and correctly identified a beech tree. You go girl! But we saw a deer pretty close up and none of them could even muster much excitement. "Oh, we get those in our backyard all the time." For some reason I never get tired of seeing deer. Oh well, maybe it's just me. All in all it went very well. But I always wish someone would offer me a piece of their birthday cake.

From Second Home Nature Center, I went over to the new house to see if the dumpster had been delivered. And there it was, right in the driveway. Double yay! My dad and step-mom were plugging away at the mountainous task of making the house habitable. They have made awesome progress. My fiance and I are planning on going over there today, while Debbie cleans her own house in preparation for the family descending in a few short days.

After D&D showed me all their hardwork I zipped home to meet my fiance, and off we went to his mother's apartment for homemade pierogies. She makes the best damn pierogies imaginable. The sauerkraut ones kick ass. Maybe the only advantage to being of Polish descent? Because I hate all those stupid jokes they are always telling. She usually only makes them once a year for his birthday because they are so labor intensive. And there are always plenty for us to take home. Triple yay!

So do you feel better about the title of this post now? Ha, ha.