Stamps & Paranoia

I've been trying to unload some of my unused baby stuff and maternity stuff on eBay thus necessitating several trips to the post office. I'm a weirdo in that I like to buy cute stamps. In fact, I will buy several books at a time and use them appropriately-- flower stamps on mail to my mom, Disney or storybook stamps to kids, flag stamps on my bills, etc. And if the envelope is colored, I like my stamp to match. Yes, I'm that weird. It bothered me that I had to use the Forever stamp (bell) on Vivian's birth announcements which were pink and green. This would have been cuter:

And look at these nifty ones coming out next week:

Weight Watchers is going ok. I had a little hiccup at Father's Day brunch Sunday which led to me stopping counting points for the day. Not good. I'm back on track today though. Take a look at my 5.5 point lunch: 1 cup strawberries, 7 Wheatables, and caprese salad (2 oz. buffalo mozzarella, grape tomatoes, basil, and cabernet sauvignon vinegar).

I'm sure many of you out there conjured up some craftlicious gifts for the dads in your lives. My favorite was a microwaveable rice pack with cute preppy whale fabric, but now I can't remember where I saw it!

Ryan and I are weird in that we pretty much buy whatever we want for ourselves. I was having a hard time coming up with something, so I made some dorky coupons with clipart on the computer. When I kept thinking of what he'd want most, all I could think is that the guy would probably give his left arm to be able to sleep in one morning (I get up all night with V and he wakes up with Q at usually 6:30) or go to the movie of his choice by himself one afternoon or evening without feeling guilty. So he can redeem the coupons for these very things.

Lastly, our next door neighbor (the one with the crappy shed) has some shady looking guys painting his garage and house. One of them came over this afternoon and asked Ryan to borrow $50. WTF???!!!! It really creeped me out especially since I am home all day long by myself, and what if he's mad Ryan said no? I'm a bit paranoid. Don't even ask me about the fear I had of someone kidnapping me and cutting my baby out when I was pregnant with Q and V...I told you. Weird.