Today is the day I except that I am a suburbanite.
I know it is official and I am crying inside.
I spent the morning dragging my children and my husband, who had the day off, from one home goods store to another in search of the perfect...rocks.
Nick just kept humoring me and saying things like, "Yeah, those are ok." or "Well, I don't know about those..." while most certainly thinking, what the hell have I gotten myself into here...
I want to say that it was a temporary lapse in judgement, but that would be a lie. The right rock can make or break my landscaping, it could change the whole design scheme really. As a matter of fact there are businesses built around the perfect rock...I'm sure of it.
Speaking of...I also hate to love my minivan...the second most disgustingly dirty place in my life.
My two favorite parts of my dream car are -
1. the automatic doors and 2. the great and powerful - MOVIE PLAYER.
Yesterday, I entered that piece of automotive excellence sans offspring. It took me nearly 8 minutes of listening to "Ice Age and the Dawn of the Dinosaurs," before I remembered that the damn thing has a radio.
Today I took pre-k 4 to kindergarten round-up. What a COLOSSAL waste of time. My beautiful love was like, "This is it?"
"Round up" implied some sort of rodeoesque experience, packed with exciting future kindergartener activities, sure to amaze and impress...By the time we reached Station 7, and she repeated for the 7th time "My name is...and "I go to..." I was surprised she didn't just tell the poor woman to read it off the damn paper.
I meant "accept." I am getting a verbal beat down right now. Nick has decided he is going to start his own blog whose sole purpose will be to correct mine. He is officially kicked off my followers list.
ReplyDeleteWhat is the first most disgustingly dirty place?????have I been there? Don't tell me........no, tell me........yuk. I except you, dirt, poor grammar and all............
ReplyDeleteA good rock can be hard to find. It's easy to take rocks for granted, but the moment you need a really good one, whoah, what's with all the crummy rocks. Here's yet another reason it's good to be a suburbanite: you save thousands per year on groceries. When in the burbs I'm fascinated by the phantasmagorically endless selection of products and the near-free prices.
ReplyDeleteI'm oddly interested in knowing the first most disgustingly dirty place myself.....
ReplyDeleteTrue, we do have an excessive amount of choices...but that's because there is nothing else to do except go the the grocery store. :)
ReplyDeleteI may disclose the first most disgustingly dirty place someday, probably to you both...on my death bed, but it probably won't be online!