What's the deal?

The deal is I really don't have a deal.  I've just been about twelve kinds of busy.  I think?  Or just rather uninspired and wrapped up in life.  Or drowned in rain. Since, seriously, the sun only shines for about ten minutes before B's clamoring around in the basement, rigging up some contraption to catch rainwater to prevent it from flooding the lower level of our home. This has been the story of our lives here for going on two months and I'M OVER IT.  The musty basement smell just really isn't doing it for me anymore.  Also, sun might inspire me and help me shake the blah-bliggity-blahs.

In other news, we took Becks to meet his idol yesterday.  Dude was huge.  I, personally, couldn't care less about autographs or collectibles or boy things like that.  But, I am the momma of boy child and figure I might as well get used to doing boy things like waiting in line for an hour to meet Josh Harrellson.  And, yes, he was wearing jorts.  Love it.  Between autographing and picture-taking, he would stop and glance over at the TV that was replaying the UK/WVU game. Hilarious.  He was super nice, in case you're wondering. 

All that fanfare wore him right out!  It was short-lived, though.  Fifteen minutes, tops!

Beck and his Uncle Patrick.  I don't even want to tell you how much I spent on unplayable basketballs yesterday!

Happy Monday, friends!