Hauling the garbage and recycling bins to the curb, I recalled a conversation between me and Doug.
“How could you forget to take out the trash AGAIN?” I asked.
“How was I supposed to know there was pickup on Columbus Day?” he shrugged.
“Because there’s a schedule right on the refrigerator? And if you still—you know what? Forget it. From now on, I TAKE OUT THE TRASH!”
Is anyone else under the impression I’ve been had?
Somehow, I made it to 37 having never attempted a cupcake–and it shows. (Who knew the frosting didn’t already come in the box?)
Ladies, when they caution you to stop filling those cupcake liners 2/3 of the way up, don’t fuck with them. They’re not kidding.
Martha, Rachel, Emeril, you have dodged the unemployment line one more day.
Today was a most special delivery as Tyler and I received the last item on his birthday checklist.
As he ripped open his “Cat in the Hat” DVD in a frenzy, I cried, “Do you like it? I got it just for you!”
His response: “No, you didn’t. The man in the brown truck did.”
Why doesn’t the UPS guy just go ahead and tell him he gave birth to him? He gets credit for everything else around here.
October 14, 2010
Quick poll: acceptable or unacceptable to flip off the children as they wave at you from bus windows?
Oct. 15, 2010
I’d like to clarify my post from yesterday. When I said I intended to make obscene gestures at the children as they waved at me from bus windows, I was not referring to MY children. I was referring to yours. I am sorry about any confusion this may have caused.