It’s Sunday night and another snow storm is headed our way.
10-14 inches are expected…again
Schools have been cancelled…again
We’ll have to shovel…again
And to top it off, I just finished my last bottle of affordable red wine, which means that the only thing standing between me and an $80 bottle from the Napa region is my flimsy self control and a misplaced corkscrew.
Hey, did you know if you cry long enough, you can get dehydrated and start vomiting?
Enough about my mental breakdown…
On Friday, Collin and his friends had a “going-away” party at our house for one of the neighborhood kids.
I was about to order from Papa John’s when one kid said she refuses to eat their pizza because she doesn’t agree with the owner’s economic policies. “But they deliver. And I love their Tuscan 6-cheese pizza.” I whined.
Dammit, people. I’m all about teaching our children to stand up against social injustices and making the world a better place through conscience choices, etc. etc….until it interferes with my pizza.
“Hello. Yes, I’d like to order a large pizza, half pepperoni and half kumbaya.”
After scarfing down pizza from a restaurant that provides a 401k and dental insurance for its employees, the kids presented the card that they lovingly made to their friend. Here’s a snippet…
“…I was like WOW that person is boring”
Oh bejesus, I love their painful honesty!
On Saturday, I finished painting the basement…including the dreaded stairwell. My initial idea was to have the tall white wainscoting run down both sides of the staircase, but then I ran out of wood so screw that. My next idea was to have the wainscoting run down just one side and to keep the other wall all white, but then my charcoal paint roller hit the ceiling so screw that…
It was like I lost my charcoal mind! I just kept laughing and painting and saying things like “MAKE ALL THE THINGS BLACK!” and “YEAH, I LIKEY!”
Needless to say, Brian was a bit concerned with my design choice and mental state, “It’s a little dark and cave-like, don’t you think?” Like my winter heart, Brian, like. my. winter. heart.
On Sunday, Collin and Ana had a tug-of-war over a book…until Collin’s elbow accidentally made contact with Ana’s eye. If I had to guess, I’d say that’s when she let go.
I asked them what book was so damn special that they had to wrestle for it. The Great Gatsby? War and Peace?
“The fart book.”
ahh, but of course.
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How was your weekend? If you live someplace warm and sunshiny, please tell me all about it. I’ll read your comment while pressing my face against a 100 watt light bulb until I feel a little bit alive.
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