Thursday, September 18, 2014

Pushing Buttons

I don't know how long I stood there, cursing the keys.

You know. At the wrong van.

It truly wasn't until I saw the mirror in front of the baby seat in this van and thought, "huh. that is not. my baby mirror."

Keep moving, Jacob. That is not our van.

I mean, how many black Honda Odysseys can there be in the Kohl's parking lot?
Well, three, actually. 
See also: someone subpoena the surveillance videos. I was losing. my mind.


You know when we finally found the right van, the doors were open. 
Did you think they would be closed? You're obnoxious. 

On top of not knowing the difference in my van and two others,
I don't know what kind of dirty dishes we are eating off of in my house.
I'm not asking. Just eating.

The dishwasher was full, I ran it. I unloaded it.

It wasn't until after the fact that I noticed that Jacob had pressed the 'rinse only' button.
The dishwasher is justtherightsize for button pushing.
Oops.

It's fall break around here. Initially I planned to head up to Princeton to visit my sister.
You know, a short drive in the car now that she's on the east coast.
But then, I realized that she had started a new blog and didn't tell me about it.
So, I booked our week with dentist appointments and dance class and playdates, so I could avoid her. Just keepin' it real. 

I had to find out she got a new blog address from our grandmother.
our. grandmother.
love you, mim. thanks for the head's up. 
this life.
therefore, I didn't go to princeton.

tomorrow we go to garth brooks.
I CAN'T WAIT to tell you all about it.

until next time,
the guff

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