Kim and Bree and Me

I think I have the most fun and feel a sense of accomplishment when I'm helping someone. While mowing a lawn really isn't fun, I had a great time doing it for my Aunt Wendy today. It rained, so I was only able to do the front lawn but she really appreciated it.

It was about 2:45pm and I was about to leave, but she and I started talking on the stairs and talked until about 4pm. Have I written about how much I love that? In our conversation, I told her that I wanted to buy my grandparents house when they die. I want the house to always be owned by a Nix--plus, I could fix it up. It's in a great location too! When my grandparents pass away, I hope I'll be financially able to buy it.

Megan and I met at my house to stamp postcards for the Young Democrats convention that is next Saturday. I'm weird, but I love stamping and labeling, especially with Megan. Is that weird?

We had to go to the airport to pick up Brian and also drop off the postcards at the airport post office, so we killed two birds with one trip. Remember that trip I took a few weeks ago to the same post office? Well, here's the plaque that is on the wall at the airport post office.

Me and Kim Jong-il!

Before I even took this picture, Megan asked me, "Why does the post office have a picture of Kim Jong-il?" I laughed because I thought she was being funny. She wasn't. She was serious in asking why the communist leader of North Korea, an axis-of-evil, country had a picture displayed in a federal building. After I laughed at her, I told her I was putting the story of the stupidest thing Megan has ever said on my blog.

We picked up Brian and his co-workers Eric and Keith. I had made spaghetti for them all because I was trying to be "Bree Van De Camp"-esqe: the husband comes home from a business trip and dinner, prepared for his loving wife, is ready for him and his co-workers. While Bree wouldn't forget to cook the spaghetti noodles (hehe...), I did a pretty good job.

I noticed that Eric and Keith had really good manners for being single men. They took their plate to the sink and rinsed it off. Brian, on the other hand, kept burping at the table. Am I supposed to domesticate him too?

By the way, Megan and I made more buttons tonight. Yay!