Remember how I was recently complaining about how I have no recycling in my area? Well, my friend Jaime informed me that there is a place about twenty minutes away where I can take all our stuff to be recycled. I am so excited about this that it might even be a little ridiculous. Upon hearing this great news, I immediately went out and got some bins to set up our own little recycling center in our garage. Today we made our first drop-off trip to the recycling center, so hurray, we are officially no longer loading up the landfills with our recyclable items!When I was taking this picture of our little recycling center, I opened the garage door to let in more light. Just as I was squatting there in my garage, taking pictures of our trash, the mail carrier walked right by the garage. If it had been our regular mail lady, I would have just told her what I was doing, but this was a guy I didn't know. He looked at me and said, "Um...hello..." and I felt silly enough that all I said before he walked away was, "Uh..." Pretty smooth.
In other news, today is Steve's and my seventh anniversary. Last weekend my family was joking about the seven year itch, but luckily I don't feel that in the least. Seven years seems like almost nothing in a whole lifetime, and I am happy that I have so much time left to spend with Steve. Some lovely flowers were delivered for me today, and although they were a very sweet gesture, they aren't the best part. Steve has many months worth of expenses built up at work for which he needs to be reimbursed, and I've been bugging him forever to run them through. He's in the living room, working on that right now. :)One more noteworthy thing...poor Emma has been sick with a fever, and today she started throwing up. Throughout her life up until this point, she has been terrible at puking into a bowl, or the toilet, or trash can, or anywhere where it is a slightly less disgusting mess than all over the floor or furniture. Even if someone was trying desperately to shove a bowl in front of her, she'd turn her head and throw up, thus completely avoiding the bowl. Anyway, the reason this is noteworthy is that she has finally developed the art not spewing vomit all over the place ever time she throws up! Three times today, she has managed to warn me that she is going to throw up, and then make it all the way back to the bathroom in time. Amazing. While I am certainly sorry that she's sick, this makes a huge difference in the misery level of having a sick kid.