But the Zoloft has been tweaked and the world is chirping merrily and I’m once again realizing that there is Darfur and a Stupid War and that Mamie has my worst interests at heart. Did you know she called on Saturday? And that when she called she said, Why haven’t we talked in so long, like for almost 24 hrs? And that when I said we haven’t talked because you hung up on me yesterday, she just burst out laughing? Because that’s what happened. Mamie, she’ll hang up on you in a second. Like, God I don’t have time for this and you’re dismissed already so just GO. Today, I hung up on her. But then she called right back and I apologized meakly at which point I’m pretty sure she hung up on me. She always has the upper hand in this marriage.
Anyway. I’ve gone back over the last week and filtered out some of what has survived.
1. Life without health insurance is hell on earth. I know Mamie would rather me speak to the children about how there is no Jesus than talk money, but it’s got to be said. My psychiatry appt would have been $200 for 10 minutes if my psychiatrist were not someone who almost makes me believe in God because this person only charged me $10.
2. Jarvis is a model. It’s true. I was flipping through 008 and there he was. I was choking on my croissant. Jarv, that isn’t… it couldn’t be… seersucker???
3. Aaron said at some point: Hannah, I think a rabbit could dream of a carrot.
4. Have actually consumed four boxes of triscuits in one week. Four. Boxes.
5. There exists a magical place here in town that bills itself as an OVERNIGHT DAYCARE. I skipped about a great deal and wept until a number of people started hemming and hawing and whimpering, Ohh, I don’t know. It might not be good for them. And so I’m like, Fine. FINE.
6. Tom keeps the window up while smoking so that we drive along in a fucking cloud. And when I roll down his window he just rolls it right up again. I think he’s cold, but say: You’re such a girl. Are you worried about your hair or something? A pause happens. Turns out, yes, he is worried about his hair.
7. Which reminds me: Jarvis models.
8. In the middle of the night, Simona saw the ghost of a grinning child in the coat closet. Except it was the scarecrow that I’d hastily shoved in there.
9. Pro-Run is back on this week and I DON'T HAVE CABLE. Is disaster.
10. There were really only 9 thoughts. Soo… here are some pictures of Maus (or as the kids so aptly call her: Maus-less)
16 comments:
yeah, what a saint: you say, "i can't talk to you when you're like this." or, after a rant: "mamie, those are feelings. how are you feeling?" i? i simply hang up. i don't see how they're any different. i know you're shrink would give me some talk about an open line of communication. overrated. don't care. click.
Ugh. I don't model. That was a one time thing that haunts me like a STD. EXACTLY like an STD.
ok, mamie--you're editing our lives to suit yr purposes at this point. i'm thinking couples therapy. i'm feeling i am not being understood and valued.
jarv: you're the face of fashion. accept it.
That cat is possibly the prettiest cat I've ever seen. Shhh. Don't tell my kitties I said that!
Ditto re: the cat. Also, your house. Pretty!!
...Also the high-pitched yelping. That's my day today, only I shut it up with chocolate instead of cheese. Which, the quasi-flu is not liking very much; is threatening to reject it with some bitching about how that wasn't even vegan chocolate. But what can you do.
please, hannah. please. this is me giving you a look.
is this the jimmy buffet shadow box template? i kind of like it. i like a good cheeseburger as well.
am eating triscuits (sp? blogger rejects me) and cheese right now. *right* now.
and clementine (mamie's favorite cat) is chasing a q-tip around the house. not as small-adorable as maus, but adorable nonetheless.
and, with the addition of zoloft and bourbon, it does seem like the world might merrily continue.
also: a birthday is coming up soooooon!!!!!!!!!!!!!
omg, sal. had i known you were up... well, it would have been a triscuit/cheese partay.
clem has a mustache and so she is the hippest.
and just to preempt: i know, i know. it's hard to see the title. someone might say, This box is not his best. but be ye prepared. i'm feeling birds. and buffet and cheeseburgers.
What the fuck is up with the parrot?
Well, I guess you are a daughter of a sailor. What time does this boat leave for margaritaville?
there's a fucking CORNELL box on our blog and it's all black and tom-ish. what the hell are you doing? now you're like an unhappy wife trying to get attention.
um. and you're like the husband who never says anything flattering abt his wife in front of company. you SAID you LIKED it. oh, and don't think i've forgotten the classist comments!!
surprisingly, the template appeals to me. the parrot, it's a little big, but it's cool. not like my two cents are worth anything.
ugh, i know--can't figure out how to shrink it.
but anonymous, you should know that you're the only one that matters to me.
more blogs should be be like joseph cornell boxes.
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