Don't you love Christmas card peak day? You know what I mean, when you get like 10 cards in one day? This usually happens around the 19th or 20th. It's always such a letdown when you go back to getting just bills and NetFlix movies.
In case anyone is keeping track, I only have 10 days to go before I can purchase new white T shirts, a new pair of jeans, five new pairs of work pants and get a professional dye job and eyebrow wax and pedicure.
Not that I have it all planned out or anything.
I have a friend who used to be unhappily married, and to fall asleep at night, she would mentally pack her half of their stuff. When she finally did leave this guy, she said it took her about 30 minutes to clear out of there, as she had rehearsed it in her mind so much.
I haven't obsessed about shopping THAT much, but I am getting mighty sick of how shabby everything looks. I do not know if I really replace my clothes more than I think, or maybe I needed a wardrobe update before this year began, but The Little Matchstick Girl called and wants her look back.
How many times in this blog have I said someone called and wanted their something back? I'm gonna guess 20. I only say that line because it used to irk my Beleaguered Officemate so much, and now we live 3,000 miles apart, so I can only bug him cyberly, and only when he reads my blog.
At any rate, I have to go back to WORK, to finish printing out NEXT Sunday's bulletin, but before I go, let me tell you a little something about the difference between Marvin Gardens and me.
This portion of my blog is dedicated to my friend Saundra, who can't get ENOUGH of people telling her about their dreams.
The other night I had the best dream ever. I was in Manhattan, meeting Marvin, my mother and my stepfather at some Broadway show. This is ridiculous, as we would never do that and I don't even LIKE the theater. However, there I was, in line, and behind me was Woody Allen, who I adore. Somehow we got to talking and we ended up taking a long walk, and we talk talk talked before he took me back to the theater and met my family.
I woke up so happy that I got to visit with Woody Allen!
Then the other night? Marvin Gardens dreamed he was waiting in line at the insurance office.
And there, folks, is how Marvin and I differ. I have dramatic highs and lows. My moods change 47 times a day. I laugh till I cry and cry till I laugh.
Marvin? Pretty much always the same. I can think of three times he got mad in the 22 years I have known him. His favorite ice cream is vanilla, and his favorite doughnut is plain. I think this is good. One person needs to be the flibbertygibbet and one needs to be a pillar.
Okay, gonna go change moods now.
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Isn't it "whom" I love?
Yeah, probably. To tell you the truth, I always have to look that up. But don't you ask yourself, "Who do I love? I love him." So that makes it "whom." If you asked yourself "Who loves me?" and the answer is "He does" then it'd be "who." Him=whom and he=who. I think.
However, I said who I ADORE, not love. Which makes it totally different.
Like you I am the flibbety-gibbet. But, my husband isn't as even tempered as yours and doesn't get it when I suddenly change my mind multiple times about doing something rather inconsequential. After ten years of marriage he still doesn't get it. Ah well, it keeps things interesting.
The insurance office? Really? Is there a line there? Now if it were the DMV then you could probably say he was having a nightmare.
We have a theory that every relationship needs a flower and a gardner. It doesn't work if you are both flowers.
June, I was going to E-mail you and tell you about the dream I had last night....REALLY....
I dreamt that Marvin Gardens was in the band Modest Mouse. He was playing at a festival and only played
one song over and over and over. The fun part was that you and I danced and danced and danced some more. Oh...we were having so much fun dancing that I didn't want to wake up.
June, I was going to E-mail you and tell you about the dream I had last night....REALLY....
I dreamt that Marvin Gardens was in the band Modest Mouse. He was playing at a festival and only played
one song over and over and over. The fun part was that you and I danced and danced and danced some more. Oh...we were having so much fun dancing that I didn't want to wake up.
I am totally the flibbertygibbet, but I don't think I'd call Scott a pillar.
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