Here they are, waiting to take over my sanity.
I’m quitting stickers, I decided today.
Done. Cold turkey. NOT A SINGLE ONE MORE. Adios, stickers.
From this day forward, I vow to make my household a sticker-free zone.
That includes fancy-schmancy fundraiser nametags that screw up my fake-satin shirt. That includes irrelevant product ads that cover up the front of my newspaper. That includes hanger-on-Frozen-Elsas attached to the bottom of my boot.
I should’ve learned from my mother.
It was 1989. She was standing in my brother’s newly-evacuated room with a Parkay margarine tub of hot water and a butter knife in hand. There my mom sweated and scraped the day away, trying in vain to remove the saucer-sized Captain America that had leeched onto the side of my brother’s old dresser hutch – like that birthmark on Gorbachev’s head when he tore down that wall. Perhaps it was easier to rid the western world of communism than remove that unsightly blotch.
And now here we are. Wait, where? How did we get here, here covered in goddamn stickers? Continue reading
Recently I crawled out from the Havin’ Lots O’ Babies cave where I’d been not-sleeping the past 8 years and heard some amazing news!
*** JANET JACKSON JUST RELEASED A NEW ALBUM! ***
Here is what you should probably know:
- I am unsure whether this album is actually still “new.”
- I am unsure whether the word “album” is actually still relevant.
- I am unsure whether this is the proper way to use bullet points.
Unfortunately, as the above will illustrate, I am no longer cutting-edge enough to make an intelligent comment on this breaking news, nor do I definitively know what those polka dots are supposed to be doing next to those words up there.
Here is what I know about Janet Jackson: Continue reading
Allow me to set the stage for a recent Day in the Life story that occurred last week.
This took place during my “family vacation” – if by “family” you mean “lots of people crammed in one van,” if by “vacation” you mean “lots of people crammed in one van moving from one geographic location to another geographic location.” But call it what you like.
We were staying at a cabin on a lake near Minneapolis and decide to drive into the city to visit old and new friends. These old and new friends don’t know one another. But we typically like to make things more convenient for
us them by awkwardly forcing everyone in a room together. One stop shop, if you will.
- One family of four: mom, dad, two young kids.
- One family of five: mom, dad, three young kids.
- One male friend. Single by choice. Childless by choice. Works as senior event planner for fancy art museum. Will thus be called fancy friend going forward. Knows a living room couch’s proper ratio of down-filled pillow to carefully-placed Egyptian cotton throw blanket. Gets extra descriptors here in case automatic response to reading “childless by choice” is “well…but maybe someday.” Let’s just shut that right down.