Turkey Bacon Stinks and Foot Duvets Lead to Sweaty Feet

We were out of town last weekend, visiting the in-laws in beautiful Rock Island, Illinois. They bought an awesome tudor-style home there. It is so incredibly beautiful. It's 6000 square feet, sits on an acre-and-a-half of lovely yard sloping down to a cobblestone street, and is adorable with french doors, wood floors, leaded windows, etc. Crazy real estate market out there, they bagged it for $200k. Unbelievable. They are currently living in a hotel while they do some remodeling. They are in the process of cleaning stuff out, and you can bet I loaded up the Subaru with groovy stuff that was headed for the dumpster--pink velvet draperies, an awesome light fixture, fun garden stuff (including a lawn gnome!)... Unfortunately they had already emptied a dumpster weighing several tons prior to our arrival, so I'm afraid I may have missed out on some cool stuff, but am trying not to think about it. I'm not sure we could have packed one more thing in that Subaru anyway. Anyhoo, the whole family was there, and we had a good time shopping for house stuff, antiquing, bowling, etc.

In other news, after picking on Geoff for his oh-so-comfy foot duvets during our last study retreat, I tried them on for myself and instantly fell in lust with them. So I was delighted when LA gave me some foot duvets of my very own last week. They are the best. Turns out Matt got a pair for Christmas this year, too. We are nerds.

That is the last time I buy that turkey bacon. Our house has smelled like meat for two days. Ew.