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From the private journal of the author of Bon Appegeek:
I went on another cookbook bender. I wish that was literal, because then I'd wake up in bed naked and covered with cookbooks that I don't remember buying, with the home phone number of the Barnes & Noble manager tattooed on my left asscheek and the home phone number of the Border's manager tattooed on the right. That would be awesome. But no, by bender I mean I buy used books on Amazon and wait patiently for my mailman to knock on my door. I like my mailman--he has a beard and he brings me cookbooks. We tip him well during the holidays because, unlike the UPS man, he waits for me to actually answer the door after he rings and hands me my package rather than throwing my package on the porch and running off like a known child molester at a PTA meeting.
It just struck a chord :-)
I have been in a foul mood. Foul foul foul mood. Like: glaring at other drivers because their number plates said MIB and the car was white, and calling him a luser as I drove past. Growling at small children. You know, all that sort of thing.
Seem to be a lot better now though. Vinnie has had his 1 year shots, although a little late. But then every other child there for their one year shots was born in a three week period around Vinnie, so I guess we weren't the only ones. Strangely enough, went out to the country side to have the shots done. There were CHICKENS scratching around on the side of the road. Big, flat, wide open spaces. The women were so lovely. I got on better with random strangers having their kids tortured than I do with play group mums.
Weird. I thought about asking if they go to a play group somewhere, but in the end figured I was just being distracted from my own foul mood by then, and they probably didn't really need a little lightning cloud hanging around. Not that I'm in a foul mood all the time. :-) Besides, how the hell could I fit in any more activities?
I went on another cookbook bender. I wish that was literal, because then I'd wake up in bed naked and covered with cookbooks that I don't remember buying, with the home phone number of the Barnes & Noble manager tattooed on my left asscheek and the home phone number of the Border's manager tattooed on the right. That would be awesome. But no, by bender I mean I buy used books on Amazon and wait patiently for my mailman to knock on my door. I like my mailman--he has a beard and he brings me cookbooks. We tip him well during the holidays because, unlike the UPS man, he waits for me to actually answer the door after he rings and hands me my package rather than throwing my package on the porch and running off like a known child molester at a PTA meeting.
It just struck a chord :-)
I have been in a foul mood. Foul foul foul mood. Like: glaring at other drivers because their number plates said MIB and the car was white, and calling him a luser as I drove past. Growling at small children. You know, all that sort of thing.
Seem to be a lot better now though. Vinnie has had his 1 year shots, although a little late. But then every other child there for their one year shots was born in a three week period around Vinnie, so I guess we weren't the only ones. Strangely enough, went out to the country side to have the shots done. There were CHICKENS scratching around on the side of the road. Big, flat, wide open spaces. The women were so lovely. I got on better with random strangers having their kids tortured than I do with play group mums.
Weird. I thought about asking if they go to a play group somewhere, but in the end figured I was just being distracted from my own foul mood by then, and they probably didn't really need a little lightning cloud hanging around. Not that I'm in a foul mood all the time. :-) Besides, how the hell could I fit in any more activities?
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Date: 2006-09-20 10:16 am (UTC)From: