May
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May 3, 2007
Questions for you:
Grindhouse or Spiderman 3?
In the sidebar: Blogher ads or no-cost ‘featured artist’ ads?
Crab cake entree or, like, all the appetizers?
Loop or cut pile carpet?
Diet Coke or Diet Coke Plus?
GTD or a general distrust of cultlike organizational methodologies?
Blake Lewis or Jordan Sparks?
Sigma SD14 or Nikon D80 (for when I win that there Lotto, mm-hmm)?
Try to pitch silly parenting poetry to publisher as funny gift book type thing, or focus on writing nonfiction humor essay memoir parenting book type, uh, thing?
Biking or running?
May
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May 2, 2007
I feel a little bad for making JB sound like a big clueless lunk when it comes to special occasions, so let me tell you what we’re doing this weekend.
It’s our anniversary on Saturday (because why NOT get married on Cinco de Mayo? Celebratory corn chips and beer for life! Well, corn chips, anyway. Corn chips and Red Bull!) (Oh my god that would give you the worst breath ever) and JB’s parents are coming to stay with us for a few days starting tomorrow.
No, wait, it gets better. (Haaaa, seriously, if I just ended it there, would that be grounds for divorce, or what? I’m just saying.)
So they’re going to stay with Riley and bask in his glowing, only-grandchild presence—the little boogereater is probably going to behave like a perfect goddamned angel, too—and JB and I are shacking up in a hotel in downtown Seattle for a couple nights. We’re going to sleep in, go out to dinner (any Seattlelites recommend Crush? I’ve heard good things), order room service breakfast, go see some movies (I’m thinking Hot Fuzz, for one), and tool around the city doing whatever the hell we feel like, sans toddler.
In past years we’ve gone to exotic, tropical locations for our anniversary vacation, but I can’t even tell you how good this local weekend sounds. I’m particularly looking forward to having several meals in a row that I did not have to shop for, prepare, or clean up after. Also, if there is at least one mid-afternoon nap, I will count the occasion as a spectacular success.
JB was the one who pulled the weekend together by making the appropriate reservations and booking the arrival of the grandparents, so despite his cabin-suggesting tendencies, he knows what’s what. JB is good people.
Don’t go thinking he’s Mr. Romance all of a sudden, though. This is still the same man who routinely offers me a “protein snack” when he spots me rustling around in the kitchen.
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