For Anjie, who is ALMOST DONE

I’m a little concerned about the level of grown-upedness in this house over the weekend. We ate out ONCE. Only one time. And I’ve been known to throw around the excuse “cooking on the weekend is against my religion” fairly consistently. And the meals we made were balanced. Like, involving vegetables. We made a list of things we needed to accomplish and crossed over half of them off. Lorso mowed the grass. We went to bed early one night. We went to church. And to top the whole shebang off, I exercised. TWICE.

Frankly, it’s freaking me out. Is this nesting? Are the pregnancy hormones making me do this? Is it (shudder) permanent?

I’m turning thirty this year, for Pete’s sake. I’m too young to go to bed early and eat my vegetables! Where are the shenanigans? Where is the tomfoolery? WHERE ARE THE CHEESEBURGERS?

I was having such a complex about this that I did the only logical thing I could think of.

I called a family meeting and we ripped those gaudy-ass grapes right off the wall*.


*Alright, alright, we HAD PERMISSION, okay? We’re straightlaced! We’re squares!

Screw it, I’m getting a tattoo.


1 Bebe { 05.05.08 at 3:01 pm }

bye bye to the grapes – good riddance. what color will you paint the dining room to showcase your beautiful new table?

2 Anjie { 05.05.08 at 3:36 pm }

hey–me, too!!! crazy! seriously…only one left to go…then tattoos all around!

3 Amanda { 05.05.08 at 3:50 pm }

I’m all about tattoos – highly recommend. :)

4 Allen G. { 05.05.08 at 4:04 pm }

surely there couldn’t be anything worse than those grape bunc….HOLY HELL! Is that glitter garnet wallpaper underneath? Is there a DFACS for interior decorating? Or a renter’s support group? Sheesh

5 Mrs. Chicken { 05.05.08 at 4:25 pm }

DUDE. You are living la vida loca.

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