shouting hallelujah
- Our friend/landlord Guy being so nice about the little tattoo I added to his bumper and ours last night.
- And for him pretending to believe I wasn’t crying when I tried to act totally cool about it.
There is nothing quite so calculated to destroy all one’s vanity as standing beneath fluorescent lights in striped socks and a too-big dress while a Middle Eastern woman walks around you, sticking pins and tutting to herself. Are you going to gain weight? she demands. I don’t guess so, I mumble. Well, she mutters to herself, you can gain weight here.
- ironing
- scrubbing the shower
- washing the car
Pretty much my strategy is: wait until J gives in and does it. As the house is getting shown today again while I’m at work, I am especially, uncomfortably aware of these shortcomings this morning.
- I am stuck at one job, unable to go to the next, because of a tornado. A tornado! In blizzard land! And it’s not like I’m off to great adventures, universe. I just want to get in a couple hours at the other gig.
- The Adventures of Mary-Kate and Ashley apparently still circulate briskly at my library.
- I have eaten all the M&Ms out of the trail mix from this weekend, and now have only stale peanuts and raisins to pick through for a snack to console myself. Life is pain and tragedy.
- Circulation librarian: That's a pretty ring you've got there. That an engagement ring?
- Me: Oh, yeah. ...And a wedding ring, too.
- Circ librarian: Girl, you look 18! ... Of course, 18 year olds can get married, too.
- Me [with great dignity]: I am 25.
- (That's right. I'm tough, even if I am occasionally mistaken for a Mary Engelbreit illustration.)
It’s heartbreaking to stand, stomping your feet for warmth, and realize the approaching bus is running a sign that reads NO PASSENGERS.
You know, normal day.
ETA: “how to remove cranberry juice from cotton.” Blerg.
