Cheese and Macaroni

Guess who will be gracing the great Pacific Northwest with their presence in 6 short, yet excruciatingly LONG, days?

The cheese to my macaroni.

The peanut butter to my jelly.

The polish to my toes.

The butterfinger to my blizzard.

You get the idea.


Me maravilloso familia. I {heart} you.

They are venturing over the Rockies for Cousin's wedding next week Friday. Woot Woot.


Ahhhhh...we were so young here. And my hair was so flat. Sheesh. Ever heard of a teaser, Em?! Those were the days. Two singletons out on the town. Soon and very soon Miss Cousin will become Mrs. Cousin, because she found the cheese to her macaroni in high school.

Anyhoo, while the familia is here, they will make a brief appearance at my place of employment where I'm sure there will be lots of this:


And lots of this:


These are pictures from Bro 1 and Bro 2's first visit out to Lynden two years ago. They've waited this long to return to the great metropolis of Lynden because of these pictures. Bro 2 has only been out of his full body cast for 4 months. Poor kid.

As excited as I am to have my bloodline visiting, this little nugget is even more excited-


D-Man has been counting down the days until "Jamal" returns. That's D-Man's nickname for Bro 2. Apparently, "Jamal" is also the cheese to D-Man's macaroni.

I'm suddenly hungry.