Daniel flew into Salt Land last night. This morning I ventured off to the office, of course making sure he had food and that all of the child locks and safety hazards were taken care of. I told Daniel I would check on him throughout the day and make sure he had everything he needed.
Daniel: Where's the laundry? Eli: Huh? Daniel: Don't get smart with me. Just tell me where it is. Let's get this over with. Eli: Oh. Did you want to do my laundry? Daniel: Eli. At least have the courtesy of not gently manipulating me into doing it. Just tell me where it is so I can get started. A closet door was then opened. A nation's worth of dirty clothes came pouring out of it, filling the apartment. Daniel should really think twice next time he decides to stop doing my laundry for six months. And now, your Pictures and Distractions.
With Kyle and Emily, participating in our weekly Survivor party without Brandt who took his Disney prince hair and went to Ireland for work.
A friend took us to a speakeasy in Salt Lake City that has been preserved since the prohibition era and is apparently still kept a secret to some degree.
Two of my adorable nieces wearing the same dress. I think it's still ok at this age.
A mostly failed attempt at a selfie with the nieces.
*****Stranger Picture of the Week
Thanks, Becca, who spotted this threatening sign.
Crap to Distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing: