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Best frickin’ idea EVER! Wine, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, PJs, random swarms of kitties (like random swarms of cockroaches, or random swarms of Swarm fans, only fuzzier). These all added together equals a damn nice night. Too bad the husband just went to bed at 10:45 so I’m just starting my wine+ATHF+pjs+kitties night since I have to get up at like, six tomorrow morning. But still, I guess.
Anyhoo, just had to pay homage and say thanks.
“You pick your science fiction fantasy. You’ll be living it every time you go to the bathroom.” -Frylock
Dear Interweb,
I am currently overly tired, overly wired, overly caffienated, overly full and underly/overly wined. Happy Thanksgiving!
Is NaBloPoMoFo over yet? I’m ready for it to be over. But I’m not out yet! This is short, but I’ll make up for it with a long, wordy, poorly punctuated post tomorrow. Promise.
Wish you were here!
XXOO,
Jess
I live a block from a very busy train track, and although I can rarely hear the train (well, I can hear it, but not to a level that would ever disrupt or annoy me) all passing trains do shake and rattle my poor, hundred-year-old house. And I like it. It makes me feel…connected, for lack of a better word. It’s my physical Internet; I’m connected to the rest of the world by that train track.
That’s one of the things I’ll miss most when we move (when we move) is the connection to the rest of the world that living near the city has. I only have to walk a couple blocks and, on a clear night, I can see downtown St. Paul. I can see the state capital. It reminds me of when I lived in Minneapolis. I only had to leave my apartment building to see the buildings of downtown Minneapolis. I could walk to the heart of downtown Minneapolis in five minutes, and I miss that. I’m a city girl at heart, and the thought of living in the suburbs kind of makes me wilt a bit.
From where I live now, I can be at several St. Paul Irish pubs in a matter of minutes. Nice, authentic St. Paul ones, too, not the rip-off suburb versions. And I kind of want that for my kids, too; not the pubs, but that connection to the rest of the world that the suburbs don’t offer. But at the same time I want my kids to be able to ride their bikes up and down the street in front of our house without me freaking out, and I want my kids to attend a nice suburban school.
PS: I would like to mark this as the five millionth day that I’ve written my blog entry with a needy, manipulative black kitty curled up in my lap. Any of those “dog people” who say that cats aren’t cuddly have obviously never met a cat before in their lives. Freaks.
I’m having a Scrubs and Wine-a-thon sleepover at Marcoda’s house tonight, effectively combing all of my favorite things: Scrubs, wine and my adorable godson Jonas. (No, we are not combining the wine and the baby together, although between his spitting up and Jaden’s spinning and falling down this place does have a hardcore frat house vibe.)
How’s this for accomplished? We managed to buy five bottles of (decent) wine for less than $20! Rock! And we totally plan on killing all five bottles tonight! Oh, kidding, kidding. That’s just silly. Not that we couldn’t do it, of course. We’re nothing if not skilled in the art of wine drinking.
Part of this skill is planning ahead. We also have both taken a half day tomorrow at work, so we don’t have to drag ourselves into work until noon. Again, rock. You know you’re jealous of our mad planning skills.
I’d love to blame this lackluster blog entry on the wine, but the wine consuming hasn’t quite commenced yet. Leaving all blame upon…me. Sigh.
