Little Miss Drama Pants

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Conversations with My Sister

me: do you think it’s too late to start on christmas gift knitting?

Naomi: depends on what the object is

me: I haven’t decided that yet
or who gets gifts

Naomi: so yeah, that could be problematic

me: how do you feel about washcloths for christmas?
but fancy ones
with different stitches

Naomi: ummm…

me: ok
washcloths for EVERYONE!
YAY!

Naomi: hahaha
that would be easy and also useful

Naomi: we actually need some for the kitchen area

me: wait
I’m trying to only knit from the stash
this might not work

Naomi: yeah, how is your cotton stash looking?

me: mostly leftovers
so it would be very…random and possibly discordant
if you’re looking for a soothing, feng shui dish cloth, this may not be ideal for you

Naomi: yeah, i don’t give a flying eff about dish cloths
just saying

me: that’s a shitty attitude to have about a christmas present
just saying

…….

me: I think I want to be a pirate for halloween!

Naomi: :P

me: but not a pirate ho
like a full on pirate

Naomi: yeah
sexy-costumes of regular stuff is creepy
i saw a sexy banana one year

me: I need this costume in adult size, pls

Naomi: eek

me: how is a banana sexy?
was it a daiquiri?

Naomi: no
it was a skin tight yellow dress in the shape of a banana

me: so
it was a shemale
in a yellow dress

Naomi: no
just a sorority girl

me: sounds like a shemale to me

Naomi: the banana was the whole dress, not a protrusion from the groinal area

me: Pictures pls

Naomi: dude
i did not take

me: I just can’t picture it
I need a visual
can you draw me a picture?

Naomi: here

me: that’s not a dress
that’s a onsie with missing buttons

Naomi: i’m not splitting hairs

me: captain hook
I’m gonna be captain hook

 


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The Universe Strikes Again

Ever have one of those mornings where you start out in the hole and don’t even know it? One of those days where the universe is conspiring against you just because. Today was my day. Except that I guess the universe was like, “Let’s totally fuck with her!” And then got kind of remorseful about it so instead of it being epic things going wrong, it was more like a morning full of small annoyances. Except that kind of stuff just adds up. My day started out normally enough until it was time for B to take BAD Boy to school because that is when B discovered that he’d lost his keys. After 15 minutes of B fruitless searching for his keys, I decided to take BAD Boy to school so he wouldn’t be tardy. BAD Boy was freaking out because his English assignment was locked in B’s car so B promised that he would bring his English assignment to the school once he found his keys. I wasn’t done getting ready, but figured I had plenty of time to run him up to the school and get back, finish getting ready and be on my way. I probably wouldn’t even be late getting to work. No problem! I totally had this in the bag. Except that I didn’t realize I had left my phone on the dining room table.

Turned out BAD Boy was freaking out for no reason because his English project was not due until tomorrow (WTF, KID?!) which I didn’t get out of him until we were almost at the school. Right as he’s getting out of the car to go into the school, he asked me to call B to NOT drop off his English assignment that is not due until tomorrow. This is when I discover that I had forgotten my phone. Hoping against hope that B has still not found his keys and has resorted to drinking first thing in the morning, I make a mad (but still within the speed limit) dash back to the house only to pass B on the way home. B was, obviously, heading to the school. I flashed my lights at him and was waving my hand at him like crazy, but he clearly didn’t get the telepathic message I sent him to TURN AROUND AND GO BACK THE WAY HE CAME. And since I couldn’t call him (WHY DID I LEAVE MY PHONE ON THE DINING ROOM TABLE?!), I had to find a place way down the two land road I was on to turn around and drive back to the school to tell B NOT to leave the English assignment at the front office because BAD Boy didn’t have to turn it in until tomorrow. I catch up to B, we all get on the same page about the freaking English assignment and I finally head back to the house to finish getting ready for work, grab my lunch and get on with my day.

Except. This is when my gas tank (that admittedly was already low) went straight to E. So now I am driving on the longest winding two lane road on the planet hoping to get to the gas station that is PAST my house without having to get out and PUSH my car to the gas station. Up hill. Both ways. In the snow. (Shut up. This is my story.) Luckily, I was able to make it just fine, but you know, after everything else, that scenario just seemed more and more likely. After leaving a kidney at the gas station to cover the cost of gas, I finally, FINALLY, headed back home.

You would think that at this point, I would be able to head back to the house, finish getting ready and head in to work.

You would be wrong.

I walked into the house through the garage to the downstairs only to discover that one of the cats has only mastered peeing in the litter box because there was cat poop NEXT TO the litter boxes.

SERIOUSLY.

Because talking a middle schooler off the I-forgot-my-homework-that-is-due-tomorrow-and-now-the-world-is-ending-ledge, normal-speed car chasing my husband before 8 in the morning, driving on what feels like a road to nowhere with my gas light on and my tank on E and hoping to make it to the gas station without pushing my car up a hill both ways clearly wasn’t enough. Now I have to clean up cat shit, too.

Way to stay classy, Universe. Way to stay classy.


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UGH.

Ever get so stupid tired you become a belligerent 4 year old all over again?

“Uh, I am soooo tired. I’m going to go to bed.”

“Hmmm….I wonder what I can watch on tv.”

“There’s nothing good on tv, I’ll just watch something on my Netflix queue.”

“Soooo. Sleeeeepy…”

“Must…stay…awake…”

“I. Will. Not. Go. To. Sleep.”

“I’m not tired, really.”

“I’m just resting my eyes.”

“I AM NOT TIRED!”

“I will prove to you that I am not tired by doing something stupid.”

“I ALWAYS LOOK LIKE A ZOMBIE, WHAT’S YOUR POINT? GIVE MEEEE YOOOOUUUURRRR BRRRRRAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!”

Commence full body flail and full on temper tantrum in … 3…2…1…

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One of These Things Is Not Like the Others

This year B decided to invest in a convection heater for our bedroom because it stays cold in there. It ends up following us around the house. The other day I had it in the living room with me and Charlie and Chloe took turns hogging it.

DSCF1608 Charlie likes to lay in front of it and soak in the heat. Kind of like sunbathing, but with a heater.

DSCF1604 Chloe? She tends to look like she’s trying to place an order at the drive through window except she’s at the wrong fast food joint and can’t figure out why they don’t have what she wants.

DSCF1611 Chelsea, however, wants nothing to do with the heater. Instead, she just stays by the tree waiting for you to bring her presents.


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Random Friday

Today I noticed something that I’m honestly surprised I never noticed before. If you read your twitter stream as though people are talking to one another (even if they aren’t. Actually, especially if they aren’t.) then you can end up with some pretty damn funny “conversations.”

For instance, these two tweets are completely unrelated and were posted by two different people, but in this order. And when you read them like they’re talking to one another, it makes for an interesting conversation:

First tweet: This sourdough starter is dead. Dead like Dillinger.

Second tweet: OMFG, I DISAGREEEEEEEEE! Jesus. STFU already.

And now, whenever I read my tweet timeline, I read it like it’s a giant conversation. Except it’s like reading a giant conversation on acid.

Which is kind of awesome.


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Post SAFF Dramedy

I went to SAFF and then it turned into November and ummm…Hi! How are you? Say hi to your mother for me.

Anyway, gather ’round, children, while Auntie Pants tells you a tale of loss and underwear.

When we went to SAFF, I managed to lose my favorite bra and a pair of panties. I gave Evil Science Chick a DETAILED description of them and she e-mailed the owner of the cabin about it. It turned out that the cleaning lady found some panties and bras and a pair of socks that he thought were hand knit.

Anyway, instead of letting me hide my shame at forgetting my unmentionables (that are being mentioned here. So…), she sent me his contact info and told me to get in touch with him about my undies.

I worked up some courage and finally e-mailed him about my underwear and he was very polite and professional about the whole thing. I sent him my address to send me my unders and he mailed them rather promptly. In fact, I got the package yesterday.

I was actually really excited about it because it was my favorite bra. My FAVORITE bra. And it was with eager anticipation that I opened that package. So you can only imagine how quickly my excitement turned to shock/horror/disappointment when I opened the package to find…someone else’s bras and panties. And a pair of black socks that are so clearly NOT handknit.

I did what anyone else would do in this situation. I texted ESC.

Just got someone else’s bra and panties in the mail.

Let’s just say that her response was less than helpful. So, anyway. If you were staying in the Awesome Cabin of Awesomeness and you’re missing some undies? Drop me a line.

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