Monday, June 7, 2010

lazy Monday

I wish I could write about work right now but I can't because it would be FULL OF EXPLETIVES, which I don't really have a problem with but should any of my bosses stumble across this blog, I'd like to not have the eff word so blatantly tied to my job. Even though the eff word flies through my mind approximately 80 million times a workday but that is neither here NOR there so where does that put it? I have no idea.

Last week, my cousin graduated from high school and I have never felt so old. I was ten when he was born and he was my very first baby-sitting...baby, so the fact that he is, like, an adult totally blows my mind. And it's only going to get worse because I have five more cousins right behind him, who'll all be graduating, one right after the other, for the next few years. I used to baby-sit them all. Sometimes all at the same time! Once I dressed them up like little superheroes because I thought it would be hilarious and awesome and guess what? IT WAS HILARIOUS AND AWESOME. They were so fun then and they're all growing up into such fun and weird and interesting people but I'm getting a little verklempt over here, so I'm going to stop talking about this now.

I had to go shopping yesterday, for work-related clothing that I wouldn't normally wear because it's, you know, way fancier than what I usually wear to work. But to tell you WHY I need to wear these clothes would lead to the expletives mentioned above, so I just won't. Don't worry, it's not very interesting so you're not missing much.

The shopping wasn't so terrible, I suppose. I buy clothes like a camel drinks water. Does that make sense? It makes sense in my head. What I mean is, I buy hundreds of dollars of clothing at a time and then I don't go shopping for like six months OR LONGER (usually longer), which is awesome because I hate shopping. I went to two stores yesterday and I think that was my limit. Until I walked into the bookstore and then it was like, "HEAVY SIGH I'm home," you know? YOU know.

We did end up at Target, however, which always seems to happen no matter what we leave the house for and this is fine with me. We went in to grab something all speedy quick and ended up deciding to register while we were there because I guess that's how you get all the free junk when you get married. It was so fun, you guys, I wish I could register everywhere, all the time, for no reason. Can you register at a bookstore? Because OMG.

9 comments:

mysterygirl! said...

Target is an awesome place to register. Everything you could ever need, all in one place.

Dressing your cousins as little superheroes is the most awesome idea ever. You should try to do it again.

Jennie said...

And even stuff we don't need, like a popcorn maker and a massive wine chiller.

Just kidding, we totally need both of those things.

Ashley said...

Did they give you the little scanner you could go BEEP BOOP BEEP BEEP?

Ashley said...

*so you could go

DAMMIT.

Jennie said...

Yes! They did. I think that was why it was so fun.

Sally said...

Yes, YOU CAN REGISTER AT THE BOOKSTORE!

Ambrewskins said...

WARNING: Because Target's registry can get a little wonky be careful what you scan. My friend's fiance thought he was being sneaky and funny when he scanned a Dorito bag. By the time the wedding shower had passed and the actual wedding took place, they had over 50 bags of Doritos. We laughed hysterically, they did not.

tomncristy said...

Oooh, the little scanner gun is so fun!

Ha! 50 bags of Doritos. :) I've known a lot of people that ended up with a dozen pizza stones 'cause everybody thought that'd be cool and "different." Um, nope.

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