The next time your sissie-in-laws want to go out to sushi, you should definitely pencil them in.
Even if you're tired.
Even if your house is a mess and you really should stay home and tidy up.
Even if you have others plans, whatever those plans may be...
Because, honestly?
Nothing beats potstickers and edamame .
And nothing beats stuffing all sorts of spicy sushi in your face until you're certain the hostess is going to have to remove you with a shoe horn and roll you to your car at the end of the night.
And nothing beats laughing until you cry.
And nothing beats banana tempura with ice cream, caramel sauce, whipped cream, and crumbled up chocolate chip cookies.
And nothing beats laughing some more (yes, until you cry).
And nothing beats not being done talking, but the restaurant is closing, so you go get into Cristi's freezing car and visit for another 45 minutes.
And nothing beats seeing that there is a couple totally "getting it on" in the VERY reclined front seat of the car parked next to you.
And nothing beats laughing and double dog daring each other to get out, walk up to the car, make the ugliest face we have in our repertoire, and press said face against their car window.
And nothing beats laughing even harder and making up "really good" excuses for why we totally can't do that. Excuses such as we don't want to see a stray boob... or weeanan (as Jack calls it) and the like.
(In our defense, we were high on sushi and it was now the middle of the night. Can you say delirious?)
And nothing beats having Cristi suddenly back out of her spot, angle the headlights directly into the maker-outers' car, flip on her brights, and sit there.
And sit there...
And sit there... While we laugh our heads off and say, "Okay, GO now!"..."Seriously - GO!"
And nothing beats seeing some random dude poke his head up like "What the --?" And then having Cristi start flashing her brights off and on, off and on, off and on, and thinking "I have the funnest, CRAZIEST, funniest sis-in-laws EVER."
Like, e.v.e.r.
It was like we were thirteen...but allowed to drive and stay out till midnight.
Love,
You.
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Saturday, December 4, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Have you ever had a closet (or ten) vomit all over you? A letter (or nine) if you will...
The girls at communal global want to know what you're "today" is looking like. (and I have to be honest, I'm sort of wondering myself...) So go there, link up, and share with us! As for me, well, my day is full of messes and lots of letters.
Dear Lola,
How did you let it come to this? Does one REALLY need 100 some-odd gift bags...90% of which are much too ugly/ratty to ever be used again? I think not. And the scrap-booking stuff? Seriously? You haven't scrap-booked since Kort was two. And, in case you haven't noticed...he's six, chick, SIX! Almost seven, in fact. Let it go. You're not going to scrapbook. Welcome to the digital age, sweetie. It's about time.
Dear Hubs,
Some of this is your fault too, Mister! (Although...not much of it, if I'm being honest.)
Dear Lola,
How hard is it to dust a book shelf once every couple of months? Honestly? Ew, woman!
P.S. and Twilight? ...Seriously?
Dear Baby Bob,
Don't be freaked out by all this mess...PLEASE still come to our family! Your new nursery will be the sparkling jewel of our home, I promise you that. The current state of this: "office/one-stop-stash-it-all/room of shame/den of sorrowful (infertile/frustrated) feelings" in NO WAY symbolizes our feeling for you, my precious, sweet, delicious little womb nugget.
Dear Kortland,
That's right little buddy. Smile it up. You may have gotten away with running off on "the scoot" with daddy before your mother noticed the unsightly state of your bedroom THIS TIME... but next time, I won't be drowning in a dusty, cluttered office/pit of despair and I will be on top of my game! I'm on to you, mister. So soak it in while you can bubs - when you get home, there will be some serious cleaning to do!
P.S. Thank you for remembering to wear your helmet. Also, the aviators are a nice touch. Good on ya!
Dear Lola,
While Kort's room may be cluttered and messy, DO go ahead and pat yourself on the back - the remodel is coming along nicely!
And don't forget to be thankful for a cute little boy who makes his dad a Father's Day present a whole week early. (All wrapped up in colorful, retro "Happy Birthday" paper...no less.) It's always good to savor the small victories when you feel like the junk in your house is eating you alive...
Dear Lola,
And you know that polka dot table cloth you bought at the Target Dollar Spot?
Good find, woman!
(But, you should have bought at least five of them... I'm just sayin'...)
Dear Bubs and Bells,
You stink...and your hair is everywhere...and sometimes you bark and bug our neighbors...and BOTH of you seem to take turns passing the kind of gas that could knock out a rhino...but man, I love you. So does your boy. You are so darn good to him.
Dear Lola,
Take a deeeeeeeeep breath. That's right. Just breathe. Everything is going to be fine. Never mind the fact that you still need to:
Clean out the garage so that you can move all of the stuff from the basement into there, and then move the basement stuff into the garage and then dry wall, and paint, and carpet, and tile, (and did mention paint and paint and paint and paint?) the ENTIRE basement, so that you can THEN move the office into the basement, and THEN paint Baby Bob's nursery, and ALL of his nursery furniture, and also a new piece of furniture that is going into Kort's room to replace the dresser that you are stealing from Kort's room to put into Baby Bob's room, PLUS all the the old filing cabinets that you need to A- find for a great deal (does anyone know where I can find filing cabinets for a great deal?) B- Purchase for great deal C- repaint a cute robin's egg blue for a great deal and then D - move all of my office, craft, and "important tax and other document information" into in the dining room so that Baby Bob can FINALLY have a room all his own, and we can FINALLY have a basement after FOUR YEARS of living in this house...
And never mind the fact that you need to do all of this in the next 5 weeks...
Never mind all that, Lola.
Just take a deep breath, Reeeelax, take it one step at a time and...
Oh, who am I kidding?
Go climb into bed, have a good cry, and call it a day.
You loaded the dishwasher for heaven's sake, what more can you ask of yourself, really?
Dear Lola,
How did you let it come to this? Does one REALLY need 100 some-odd gift bags...90% of which are much too ugly/ratty to ever be used again? I think not. And the scrap-booking stuff? Seriously? You haven't scrap-booked since Kort was two. And, in case you haven't noticed...he's six, chick, SIX! Almost seven, in fact. Let it go. You're not going to scrapbook. Welcome to the digital age, sweetie. It's about time.
Dear Hubs,
Some of this is your fault too, Mister! (Although...not much of it, if I'm being honest.)
Dear Lola,
How hard is it to dust a book shelf once every couple of months? Honestly? Ew, woman!
P.S. and Twilight? ...Seriously?
Dear Baby Bob,
Don't be freaked out by all this mess...PLEASE still come to our family! Your new nursery will be the sparkling jewel of our home, I promise you that. The current state of this: "office/one-stop-stash-it-all/room of shame/den of sorrowful (infertile/frustrated) feelings" in NO WAY symbolizes our feeling for you, my precious, sweet, delicious little womb nugget.
Dear Kortland,
That's right little buddy. Smile it up. You may have gotten away with running off on "the scoot" with daddy before your mother noticed the unsightly state of your bedroom THIS TIME... but next time, I won't be drowning in a dusty, cluttered office/pit of despair and I will be on top of my game! I'm on to you, mister. So soak it in while you can bubs - when you get home, there will be some serious cleaning to do!
P.S. Thank you for remembering to wear your helmet. Also, the aviators are a nice touch. Good on ya!
Dear Lola,
While Kort's room may be cluttered and messy, DO go ahead and pat yourself on the back - the remodel is coming along nicely!
And don't forget to be thankful for a cute little boy who makes his dad a Father's Day present a whole week early. (All wrapped up in colorful, retro "Happy Birthday" paper...no less.) It's always good to savor the small victories when you feel like the junk in your house is eating you alive...
Dear Lola,
And you know that polka dot table cloth you bought at the Target Dollar Spot?
Good find, woman!
(But, you should have bought at least five of them... I'm just sayin'...)
Dear Bubs and Bells,
You stink...and your hair is everywhere...and sometimes you bark and bug our neighbors...and BOTH of you seem to take turns passing the kind of gas that could knock out a rhino...but man, I love you. So does your boy. You are so darn good to him.
Dear Lola,
Take a deeeeeeeeep breath. That's right. Just breathe. Everything is going to be fine. Never mind the fact that you still need to:
Clean out the garage so that you can move all of the stuff from the basement into there, and then move the basement stuff into the garage and then dry wall, and paint, and carpet, and tile, (and did mention paint and paint and paint and paint?) the ENTIRE basement, so that you can THEN move the office into the basement, and THEN paint Baby Bob's nursery, and ALL of his nursery furniture, and also a new piece of furniture that is going into Kort's room to replace the dresser that you are stealing from Kort's room to put into Baby Bob's room, PLUS all the the old filing cabinets that you need to A- find for a great deal (does anyone know where I can find filing cabinets for a great deal?) B- Purchase for great deal C- repaint a cute robin's egg blue for a great deal and then D - move all of my office, craft, and "important tax and other document information" into in the dining room so that Baby Bob can FINALLY have a room all his own, and we can FINALLY have a basement after FOUR YEARS of living in this house...
And never mind the fact that you need to do all of this in the next 5 weeks...
Never mind all that, Lola.
Just take a deep breath, Reeeelax, take it one step at a time and...
Oh, who am I kidding?
Go climb into bed, have a good cry, and call it a day.
You loaded the dishwasher for heaven's sake, what more can you ask of yourself, really?
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