I should not be allowed in the kitchen if I am not making or serving coffee. It has to be some sort of civil code that once you fail miserably at something after a certain number of attempts, you are legally required to abandon the activity. It’s true with things like weapon carrying or child rearing — if you suck at it, they don’t let you do it anymore. Why is this not the case with cooking? I. Suck. At. …
This whole experience of moving has come with a seemingly endless well of firsts. And I’m talking in just the last three hours there has been a growing list. Like right now, it’s almost 1AM and I’m just now using the office in our “new” house specifically for writing. It’s intended purpose from the start. Feels pretty good. It might feel better if the sudden kick into the blogosphere wasn’t the result of “To Catch a Predator”-induced insomnia. Seriously, why …
1. You own something emblazoned with a Disney character. And you have not yet banished it to the memories box in the attic.
2. You spell things phonetically, not correctly.
3. You shrug absentmindedly when I quote Dumb and Dumber, instead of following up with the next line.
4. You don’t know what “unfortch” or “whatevs” mean.
5. You expect me to wear make up or pants, even if I’m not at work or church.
6. You won’t let me grip your wrist for the entire …