word to your mother
happy mother's day to all the mothers who can honestly say their child has never, ever misbehaved.
(hey, there has to be some upside to losing a baby, even if it's just perfect child bragging rights.)
*****
when justin's not home, i suddenly hear all the creaky noises our 130-year-old house makes. it makes them all the time, of course, and i'm not bothered by them when i'm home alone but know he will be home that night. but whatever - i left the tv on to drown out the creaks, and woke up once to an exercise video infomercial and later to rap videos. at some point in between, i dreamed jack white of the white stripes and the fifth-year student on which i had a massive crush my entire freshman year of college were jockeying for my attention, while i inwardly exulted that my plan of appearing uninterested in either had worked! i wish i had stayed asleep long enough to see who i picked; i was leaning toward jack white because he was slightly less desperate than the other guy, but you never know. i tend to prefer guys with clean hair, so the other guy may have won by default.
i wonder if i will notice the creaks when milo is here. will i be even more sensitive to them? or will my preoccupation with mz leave no brain cells left to devote to the fear of intruders?
*****
justin made it safely to nicaragua and e-mailed this morning. i've posted part of his e-mail over on our travel blog, if you're interested in following along. he and two of his buddies went with the primary goal of climbing a volcano but i'm sure a secondary goal of consuming much beer. i think achievement of the secondary goal is already well underway.
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although mz certainly seems to appreciate them, the peanut butter cups i've eaten are not an ideal breakfast for a growing fetus, so i'm off to round up something better for both of us. i think there could be some scrambled eggs in our immediate future; we need a good breakfast over which to celebrate the cavs defeat of the pistons! we're back in the series, rasheed wallace, so keep your trash-talking to yourself!
(hey, there has to be some upside to losing a baby, even if it's just perfect child bragging rights.)
*****
when justin's not home, i suddenly hear all the creaky noises our 130-year-old house makes. it makes them all the time, of course, and i'm not bothered by them when i'm home alone but know he will be home that night. but whatever - i left the tv on to drown out the creaks, and woke up once to an exercise video infomercial and later to rap videos. at some point in between, i dreamed jack white of the white stripes and the fifth-year student on which i had a massive crush my entire freshman year of college were jockeying for my attention, while i inwardly exulted that my plan of appearing uninterested in either had worked! i wish i had stayed asleep long enough to see who i picked; i was leaning toward jack white because he was slightly less desperate than the other guy, but you never know. i tend to prefer guys with clean hair, so the other guy may have won by default.
i wonder if i will notice the creaks when milo is here. will i be even more sensitive to them? or will my preoccupation with mz leave no brain cells left to devote to the fear of intruders?
*****
justin made it safely to nicaragua and e-mailed this morning. i've posted part of his e-mail over on our travel blog, if you're interested in following along. he and two of his buddies went with the primary goal of climbing a volcano but i'm sure a secondary goal of consuming much beer. i think achievement of the secondary goal is already well underway.
*****
although mz certainly seems to appreciate them, the peanut butter cups i've eaten are not an ideal breakfast for a growing fetus, so i'm off to round up something better for both of us. i think there could be some scrambled eggs in our immediate future; we need a good breakfast over which to celebrate the cavs defeat of the pistons! we're back in the series, rasheed wallace, so keep your trash-talking to yourself!
posted by laura at 10:20 AM
2 Comments:
Happy Mother's Day, Laura :)
Happy Mother's Day to you lauralu.
By the way, I have a thing for peanut butter cups too! Yummy......
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