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thursday nights have long been reserved for coffee club with my girls. last night, however, was a little out of the ordinary: the venue was mo’bux (orem) and in attendance were the twins, not the girls. when i was putting them to bed last night they wanted to go to starbucks, when i was getting them ready this morning they wanted to go to starbucks. i’m highly confident i’ve created an addiction. my job here is done!
at lunch today i commented on the large number of flags being flown throughout the city attributing it to 911– when from the back seat i hear pmk pipe in, “when is september 11?”
pmk, oddly enough september 11 just so happens to be on september 11th this year. weird, i know.
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i have been trusted with the twins while my brother and his wife are on vacation. this means living in utah county for the week, i can live with it knowing there is an end in sight. what i can’t live with is the fact i can’t find the damn starbucks or the fact my niece wears crocs. i’ve almost forgiven her because they are pink and hello kitty, however, they are still crocs.
i let the kids sleep with me, which might be the reason i so badly needed coffee this morning. they woke me up a few times wanting drinks and other such “necessities”. at three am when hannah woke up requesting to watch a movie i told her it was still dark and we needed to go back to sleep so auntie sarah doesn’t need a hysterectomy, thankfully she obliged, though this morning as i was getting her ready she kept singing a shortened version of the word: “sterectomy” over, and over again.
this one’s gonna be hard to explain to my brother.
i immediately stopped tailgating him after seeing this.
i detoured through a sandy neighborhood today on my way back from yoshi-bux. i’ve been forced there before–if i remember correctly, jb dragged us excited about the display of patriotism.
we counted 20 flags displayed in front of homes. i made gagging noises while jb congratulated himself for living in a city which so proudly houses republicans. i think the city needs to rename it repub ave. it’s only fair to warn the public.
gross.
as you’ve surely noticed my dog, daisy, has one eye. attempting humor i bought her a rubber ball that looks like an eye. i find it entertaining to tell her to fetch her eyeball. there’s a cranky woman at the park who fails to see the humor in this. she’s yelled at me a couple of times in the past month for doing this, calling me insensitive, mean, and a horrible pet owner. while the first two may be true, i am not a horrible pet owner–i simply adore my one-eyed pug.
i cringed when i saw her at the park last night, but not wanting to be accused of neglecting my dogs need for exercise we stayed. she started walking towards me and i got ready for yet another confrontation. instead she apologized for her words, stating that she has seen me in the paper and realized i was a humorous person rather than mean as she had originally thought. i appreciate the apology, however, i wish she would have trusted me when i explained that to her in the beginning.
apparently having your picture in the paper makes you a trustworthy person. i guess she didn’t read the part where i’m 30 and single, we all know that takes any bit of credibility away from me.
today’s lunch outing included a trip to washington square to see rocky06..err the peace ralley.
the company i work for is moving this month. i’ve found it’s just like a personal move: i ignore it until the last second. pmk has demanded i pack at least one box per day. (he’s horrible, i know.)
i packed my obligatory box. in disgust i muttered a god damn-it and tossed the box on the table, as it landed i heard a “that was easy” from the box.
laughter erupted from everyone in ear shot and i couldn’t stay grumpy any longer. thanks staples, i knew there was a reason i kept the promo gift.
