It has been yet another interesting week learning our way around the NOVA (yesss, i’m a local) area. On Saturday I met eye twin to see a movie at what is possibly the sketchiest mall ever, only to find out that for once in my life I had made a mistake, looked at the wrong theater online, and was at the wrong theater. We chased down R, who was lost in the parking deck, and decided to trek over to Del Ray, which we will now all affectionately call “Of the Ray”. Our goal in OtR was to go into a “custard induced coma” at the Dairy Godmother…but…they are closed. For a MONTH. Apparently custard induced comas bring in such revenue that you can afford to close for an entire month. (thinking here that I should open a franchise!). So we settled for some really good hot chocolate because ohbytheway, it was FREEZING.

Which brings us to yesterday. Yesterday was overcast and 43 degrees, and by comparison to the rest of the days here - BEAUTIFUL. So after naps and school, I bundled up K, P, and R (that’s the kids I nanny for) and we went outside to play. There are deer in their backyard because it backs up to a huge park/forest, which at first is way cool. Way cool until you start thinking “hmm so it’s like a huge forest out there and there are deer, COOL. But there could also be creepers lurking around and no one would know it. And they could show up at any point on the back deck.” And then it was time to go inside because I was scared to death. Nothing scares me like a big forest. You Just. Never. Know.

So today it’s freezing again, and being the good wife that I am, I’m spending my day off doing wifely duties like changing my name and running errands while trying not to fall on my bum on the ice. Fast forward to feeling violated…the VA required car safety test. I don’t usually go on rants about government control and the like, but seriously. Okay, fair enough, my tire was about to blow and I need a new one. Acceptable. But my interior door handle is broken = failure? The requirements are completely redic. R’s poor (long gone) jeep would’ve failed because he had a bolt loose in the driver’s seat and his roof fabric was loose. Come on government, maybe I like a bumpy ride and some static cling between my hair and the ceiling. Is that for you to decide? I think not. So now I sit at home while my new fave Chinese man Lee, gives installs a new tire on my car.

In other news that is actually good, I went to social security today and waited only 18 minutes to change my name! I’m officially italian, and R can officially relax and know that we’re truly married. Even though P, who is 3.5 years old, can’t seem to get it right that he’s my husband. She’s gone from “your daddy R” to “your cousin R” (which seemed closer until…) finally “your uncle R”. Sorry R, apparently we moved to Kentucky, not DC.