Philippe Mimms’ Best Day Ever. (a post by Anna)

Philippe Mimms visits rarely. It’s not that he isn’t interested or we don’t crave his presence. He’s just incredibly popular and has difficulty fitting us into his busy, busy schedule. So when we found out he had boarded a train straight to our neck of the woods, our minds went wild planning Philippe’s Best Day Ever.

We just heard the news.

Philippe’s chauffeur delivered him, and we began his Best Day Ever with a hearty meal. Lee’s specialty is apple pancakes. In fact, it’s the only thing she cooks. Therefore, for each meal during Philippe’s visit we ate pancakes. Though standard food etiquette was offered, Philippe agreed with us that civility is overrated; consequently Philippe adopted our savage eating methods.

Proof of pancakes.

Next, we wanted Philippe to get a feel for the great outdoors in our county’s capital. Therefore we went kayaking. While Philippe opted for a single, Lee and I fancied our double kayak with anticipation that we could row with great speed. Boy, were we wrong. Just so happens that double kayaks require immense strength to paddle. Our race against Philippe was doomed… mainly because Lee got bored of paddling.

Kayaking sure is fun when you don't have to paddle.

Philippe volunteered on his own accord to serve as our personal photographer. He knows just how to win us over.

Victory at the Watergate!

After kayaking came one of our greatest DC discoveries. The day prior to Philippe’s arrival, we had adventured out to find a photo booth and landed instead at an ice skating rink. The things you find when you ride mall elevators!

What are the odds?!?!

My skating abilities proved less than stellar. Where Lee slacked in kayaking, she certainly made up for with ice skating. Basically, Lee just pulled me around the whole time.

Ice skating was fun for all.

Meanwhile, Philippe gracefully performed extreme figure skating tricks. He was able to take photos from upside-down between his legs.

Phi's got mad skillz.

After ice skating was the great cupcake mistake of 2009. Philippe returned to our food court table the happiest I have ever seen him, toting a box containing a neon pink Tinkerbell cupcake.

Looks can be deceiving.

It was a brilliant joke that soon went awry. After the cupcake had been demolished, all involved agreed that it was the worst tasting cupcake ever eaten seeing as the hot pink icing actually burned the esophagus as it went down. We have blocked this from our memories of Philippe’s Best Day Ever.

Lee's reaction to Tinkerbell cupcake.

Moving on. The day ended with a game of Settlers of Catan. Well, more like four consecutive games of Settlers. Philippe even became the most glorious in Catan.

The Island of Catan lies before you...

It was Philippe’s Best Day Ever.

Lee makes pancakes. (a post by Anna)

Learning to Cook with Lee Mimms: Episode 2

Disclaimer: Only watch if you have 10 minutes to waste and love the antics of Lee Mimms.

“You’re fired!” visits New Jersey. (a post by Anna)

On the eve of August 8, 2009, Aaron Michael Baughman and Meredith Anne Mimms were wed.

the happy couple

I served as videographer for this beautiful event. After completing my filming duties for the foxtrotting procession and moment of matrimony, I joined the dancing crowd for a night of frivolity and fun. Lee and I boogied the night away, accompanied by her date and stellar dancing partner, WD40.

Walter Hamilton Dempsey, III.

After the reception, the night continued on with a post-party party, held at Trump National Golf Club in New Jersey. We chummed around with all of Meredith and Aaron’s friends until eventually hitting the hay in our suite, reserved for the siblings and accompaniment.

The three of us gained consciousness simultaneously from our deep slumbers the following morning. Each of us, WD40, Lee, and I, were positioned parallel in our king sized bed when I heard the deep voice of a male from the direction of our glass door.

I quickly came to my senses sufficiently enough to gain the attention of Lee and WD, declaring, “Guys, I’m pretty sure Donald Trump is outside our door.” With our most slumberous faces, disheveled hair, and PJ apparel, we arose from our pillows to peer out our transparent glass doorway.

good morning, mr. trump.

Low and behold! It was THE DONALD.

After seeing him only feet away, we spent the rest of the day trying to both regain composure and obtain a photo of Donald Trump, without appearing too sketchy.

Lee served as our spy.

Lee, surveying the premises

After stealthily approaching Don, running from tree to tree to keep from being seen, Lee captured this photo.

Up close and personal with Donald Trump.

Next, we retreated to admire the size of our suite’s shower.

Lee Mimms, acrobat.

Finally, we filled out the guest survey. We made it is cleared that Donald Trump’s guest appearance really made a world of difference in regard to our stay.

note the Lester Lanin hat.

As these expressions make clear, the wedding weekend was a great success.

Smug and All-Embracing.

We later found out that the Donald had complimented the bride and groom on their lovely wedding and beautiful appearances. We rejoiced over our encounters, as well as marital unity, with a celebratory brunch at the Mimms home.

The close to a fabulous weekend.

In the end, all was a GREAT SUCCESS.

Proof of Sabotage, or; How I Learned to Love the Atomic Bomb (a post by Lee)

As noted in my last post, Mar (the master saboteur) took some very serious revenge upon me following my victory in Catan. [Editor's note: Don't ever believe her when she says she's not competitive. I learned this the hard way.]

I would just like to throw something out there: I’m still suffering from her vengeance. As I declared, going fishing with her exposed me to some element or flora or bacteria with which my body heartily (hearty Lee) and wholeheartedly (wholehearted Lee) disagrees. Well, well, well. Turns out I have a lovely (love Lee) condition known as “erythema multiforme.” The doctor told me that I am experiencing an allergic reaction to a virus, or a bacteria, or a food, or a medicine. He clearly (clear Lee) helped me trim down the list of options.

Not only do I not know what to avoid in the future to prevent this from happening again, the doc also told me there’s nothing that can be done; I just have to wait it out. At this point, I’ve practically (practical Lee) scratched all of my skin off. I sit in class and feverishly (feverish Lee) scratch my arms/legs/belly/neck. This has helped me make many friends, as I’m sure you can imagine.

To stir up public sympathy, I’m going to post some pictures of my rash. Feel free to send me gifts to help me feel better.

Remember that time this used to be my left leg?

I forgot to mention: this is going to take 3 to 5 weeks to heal. Sweet deal. Okay, more pictures.

Good thing bathing suit season is over...

They're almost like freckles. Except they're large, red, bumpy, and generally unattractive.

So, as you can see, it’s pretty fun and I look really (real Lee) good. Oh, well. At least I don’t have the swine flu [...yet].