On Our Way To Crazy

Yesterday I cleaned our house from top to bottom. Cobwebby corners to dusty baseboards. There are a lot of days when I wish this house was a little bit bigger, but yesterday was not one of those days. I polished floors, scrubbed cabinet doors and vacuumed behind the bed. This place looks awesome. I want to have a party now but people will just mess it all up.

It is truly amazing to me that Miles has any fur left on his body. By the time I was done yesterday there was multiple dogs’ worth of fur in the trash. He is a shedding machine, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

When we were in Texas last week my parents taught me a game that they were calling Zonk but it turns out is actually Farkle. (My mom doesn’t like that word.) It is fun and simple, and I am TERRIBLE at it. I don’t know how you can be skilled at a game that is pretty much based on luck, but there is definitely a skill level that I do not have. The other night I decided to show Aaron how to play. Bad idea. He smoked me three times in a row by THOUSANDS of points. I hate that stupid game and both of its stupid names.

Aaron is going out of town this week to do some Very Important Band Business. I will sustain myself solely on wine and hummus and Golden Oreos.

I hate it when commercials fake me out by being really cute and sweet in the beginning but turn out to be ads for cheesy diamond jewelry.

I could really use a few more adults in my life who actually behave like adults. Is there some kind of condition that makes people allergic to the idea of JUST SAYING WHAT THEY MEAN ALREADY, SERIOUSLY, YOU ARE MAKING MY LIFE SO VERY DIFFICULT.

The other day, in honor of the time change, I made a ‘dark and moody’ playlist. I figure if I have to drive around in the dark starting at 5pm, I should at least have some appropriate music to accompany me. There’s only one problem – I really really love it and listen to it all the time. So now I am weirdly moody and kind of emo all the time. At least I fit in with the kids now.