Before I forget? Because you know I will? Comment of the week goes to Sharone. Do you think she pronounces her name "Sharon" and the "e" is silent, or is it pronounced Share-OWN? Things like this burn in my brain.
I am in my mother's basement. Everyone has a basement in Michigan; when I moved away from Michigan I realized basements are not commonplace everywhere else. Which makes me wonder where the rest of you made out with your boyfriends in high school. Cause it was where we all gravitated without hesitation.
I just remembered something funny about my friend Iain, the one who is moving to North Carolina soon. He and I were always friends in junior high and high school, and he would regularly come over and break things in our house. He was just kind of…gallumpy and accident-prone. My mother liked him anyway, and he always fixed what he broke.
The point is, we were in the basement one day and my mother shouted to me that we had to go. Or maybe she even did the "We're eating now, Iain" thing she would do to oh-so-subtly indicate he had to go home. Sometimes he ate with us, but he was on the swim team and therefore ate, like, 75 whole chickens by himself, and I think sometimes my mother simply hadn't done the enough-for-an-army cooking that Iain required.
Anyway. Iain shouted up to my mother, "Pam, give us a break. We're down here talking about my sex life." And my mother said, "Oh. Well, good. It won't take long, then."
Really one of her best comebacks.
So, I saw my Uncle Jim and I am glad I did. He and my Aunt Sue and several other family members came for dinner. Also, I got birthday presents, among them the lawn edger I asked for, because I am turning into my uncle, who is similarly obsessed with his yard looking perfect. He gave me some keeping-your-yard-perfect tips and now I want to drive home immediately and commence to edging. I do not know when I became this person.
Oh! And the other thing I forgot to mention yesterday, because I was so swept up in being in Akron, is that you know on my birthday? How I was just stuck in the car for nine hours, just me and my GPS? You know how I really had nothing to do in there? I FORGOT TO LISTEN FOR THE CLICK AT 4:52! HOWWWWWW could I forget? I was a CAPTIVE in my car!
I will sign off now, because no one else can enter the basement due to my hair taking up the entire square footage, but I did want to say happy 11th anniversary to Marvin. This is the first anniversary we have spent apart. He did send the prettiest pink flowers you ever saw, which officially makes up for the whole ants-in-the-bed incident the other night.
So, thanks for marrying me, Marvin! You are a braver man than most! And hey, is that an ant on you?