Let me preface the following by saying this: the Zielskes never win any school raffles. We have a track record of exactly no wins…until Saturday night rolled around, that is. One of our neighbor girls sold us a raffle ticket benefitting the local French Immersion school. Of course, in grand Parisien style, the prize was 75 bottles of wine. And yep. You guessed it…when we woke up Sunday morning, there were 75 bottles of ("waiter, take this away and bring me some fresh…") wine, sitting on our front porch. I don't know if it was the lovely sight of all this wine that made us laugh, or the fact that neither dan, nor I, nor Chip the wonder guard dog, heard it being dropped off at some point near midnight. Either way, I was really glad that I wasn't LDS. If you think about it, not such a good prize for Mormons. But for Lutherans, well…party at Chez Zielske tonight!
Speaking of Chippie, a few posts lately have inquired as to how she's doing. I'm happy to report she is fine, and will soon be breaking our collective family hearts when her wayfaring family return on July 1. We are making the most of our time, including a new daily walking program, and getting matching tattoos.
In about 20 minutes, i'm off to get a throat culture because despite my upbeat typing tone, I'm sick, and I need to sort it out before going to Utah this week for meetings.
A final note: i highlighted Cole's hair this weekend, his request. I had not a clue as to what i was doing, but he sure looked cute when it was all over. It's not that punk rock at all. Note to self: next time, leave it on much, much longer.