Isn't that . . .


Why yes. Yes it is. Mr and Mrs Elliott Yamin! You can't tell from the photo, but we're actually wearing matching "Care like YAMIN it" bracelets! If that ain't love then I don't know what love is. Heh.

I got home from Europe Monday evening and was supposed to fly right out again for the Great American Scrapbook Convention on Tuesday, but when I found out that Elliott was playing in Denver Tuesday night, I opted for the earliest Wednesday morning flight I could find. So last week was a bit of a whirlwind, but it all worked out just fine. Glad to be home, though!

Ipod_blog_2Elliott seemed slightly surprised when I asked him to sign my iPod, but he is, after all, my most played playlist.

He also signed my tee-shirt, which I wore proudly on Wednesday during booth set-up, only to discover that all three of my helpers, Lydia, Connie and Cindy, had never watched American Idol! Geez.

In other music news, we'll be rocking out with The Police tonight.

RKQOTD (Karl: Mom, wouldn't it be cool if our seat belts were actually called "eat belts" and we could just nibble on them when we got hungry? Me: Well what would you do for safety? Karl: OK, maybe there could be TWO belts - a seat belt for safety and an EAT BELT for food. Me: And what would it taste like? Karl: You would pick out the artificial flavoring when selecting your vehicle. Me: Sounds like a great invention. Karl: Yeah.)