This weekend, we are attending a housewarming party that will take up pretty much all of Saturday afternoon/evening because of the travel time. The party is in York, PA which I suspect will take at least 1.5 hours to reach. I have no idea how this will correspond with Lacey's nap schedule and all I hope for is that she doesn't come away with no nap at all or a quickie nap. Either of those would be catastrophic for her mood for the rest of the day. I shudder to think. So I went shopping for a housewarming gift last weekend. And as is tradition (at least in my own mind), I was looking for something interesting and special that could be used to help decorate the home and perhaps be a conversation piece. For crying out loud, I'm not buying a toaster or something stupid like that for them! But either I am completely whacked out in my reasoning, or my husband has no clue what a housewarming gift should be. Here's the thing...I bought a fish. But not just any fish. It was a porcelein fish that came in several themes - - mardi gras style, margarita - - and I bought the "Sun Fish". I think it's beautiful. The problem is that the store wrapped it all up and gifted it so Matt can't see it and it's something very difficult to describe. So he gives me this weird look and asks if I'm lying about the fish and I say No. Then he says "Well, if they open it and say 'oh...look honey...a FISH', I'm saying I had nothing to do with it!" Hmph. I think he will be sorely mistaken and when they LOVE it as I know they will, I will be sure to exclaim that it was all ME.