Apparently this was last week—which you all probably knew b/c it is such a HUGE holiday but clearly I am out of the loop—and I didn’t even get Raymond a “World’s Best Boss” mug. I am messin’ up.
Remember how I told you Sean broke his foot? Well, naturally being the caring and concerned sister that I am, I had three gallons of milk delivered to his house. Luckily I warned him that he would be receiving something in advance as they just left it outside his door. Now, clearly this falls under the category of things I find funny but other people think are crazy… but then it got so much better! Apparently Stacey has groceries delivered all the time, and she had just had 2 gallons of milk delivered with her other groceries the day before. Sean proceeded to call Stacey at work, when she was already distracted and stressed, to ask what in the world was she thinking having 5 gallons of milk delivered to the house, stating that he had in his hand the receipt indicting that it cost 25 dollars to deliver thee gallons of milk that they didn’t need, and HE certainly hadn’t ordered them. By the time Stacey got home, she was totally riled and was about to call shop rite and give them a piece of her mind… when Sean finally told her that I was the culprit. That went so much better than I thought it was going to.
I had this really creepy experience the other day. I stopped by the local Circle K for some Ice—and the guy who was working there was outside smoking and chatting with a young kid. When I entered the store, he followed suit and tried to be funny, but it came out really creepy, and then when I didn’t respond positively, he said “You must think I’m so weird.” My response was fairly neutral. Partially b/c I was distracted and thinking about other things when I entered, and partially b/c I didn’t really follow what he was saying. So—then he ended our awkward conversation with “Ouch!” So maybe it wasn’t creepy—maybe it was just hella awkward, and maybe I was partly responsible for the uncomfortable moments—but even as I was rushing to put the ice in my car I felt bad about making the guy feel bad about himself. After writing this story down, I think I know why I wasn’t going to include it in my Monday email. Too late. I don’t know where the delete button is.
D&J are out of town for the next two weeks. My mom called Dawne before she left and Dawne reassured my mother that her baby and Dawne’s baby were going to be fine b/c she has the nanny coming to take care of us, and that my mom’s baby was NOT happy about the nanny coming. So true.
Before they left my friend from HS stopped by for a visit. (Look at that Matt, not only did I send you this weeks edition, I am going to talk about you, unabashedly, to a long list of people. yw.) He was driving cross country, and seeing as driving up from San Fran only added 12 hours to his trip, naturally he didn’t think twice about stopping by. I was actually trying to remember last night distinct interactions with him from when we were in class together… and have decided my memory is clearly shot. I could only remember three stories: Jr year, Ms. Eschmann’s class, expressing my outrage that he was accepting the class president position when Jeanette Olli would be a much better choice to organize our 10 year reunion. Sophomore Year, Mr. Marion’s Class, Mr. Marion told us he was collecting our HW binders, after a year and half of us being lulled into the sense of security that we didn’t need to do our homework b/c he never collected it, and then I spent all night copying all of Janette’s homework (Sorry mom and dad) and then when we got into class, Mr. Marion only collected 4 binders: Mine, Briana Sudzinki’s, Erik Heidenrich’s, and Matt Bencivenga’s. And finally, 7th grade, Ms. Blair’s class, we were watching Arachnophobia and I was terrified, and Matt reached under my desk and grabbed my leg and screamed like a maniac.
This weekend was just as fascinating. J I have no idea what anyone thinks when they come to visit—but I sure did enjoy having a visitor that I stressed about and I didn’t have a ton of pressure to entertain. Here are some highlights of what Matt saw of my life.
When Jordan came home on Friday night and asked what was for dinner… Dawne poured him a glass of milk and handed him a sleeve of oreos.
Luke has decided he needs to be more interesting. To quote his brother Nate, It’s not enough that his mother is an art director, his father is a game designer, and he plays 5 instruments. I’ll add, on the same day he had made a little kid piano into an electric piano so he could hook it up to his amp along with creating some other fascinating new ways to make cool sounds that could also be amplified. Nope, he believes he is just not interesting enough… and so he decided to put himself on a microbiotic diet. He could only find one book “The hip chicks guide to the microbiotic diet.” Matt got to go on a family trip to Uwajimaya. The 6 of us searched for all of the crazy ingredients we had never heard of (we should have labeled them when we got home b/c last night we were a bit puzzled) and then he helped cook whole wheat tempura with Luke. (I eventually had to bake cookies to get the sesame oil smell out of the house.) The next morning Luke justified a class of milk and chocolate chip cookies by saying there were very Yin Yang. Sounded about right to me.
Matty told me he saw Halloween decorations in his office the other day and actually thought why are they just now putting up decorations? Halloween was last weekend. This is what happens when you throw a big Halloween party three weeks early. To keep the awesomeness of the holiday alive in the house, we carved pumpkins on Saturday. Can you guess which one was Luke’s and what he did?
How about with the lights (and by lights I mean sun(ish))on?
That’s right—Luke’s is on the left, and it is a Buddha. (Did I mention how uninteresting he is?) Mine is naturally on the right… my interpretation of a haunted house when I have just finished reading the Martha Stewart Halloween Guide.
Oh and we got to catch up on so much good TV… which makes Matt one of the best visitors ever. Congratulations. You win and your prize is… not being humiliated in public via this Monday email.
I went to see the play version of 38 steps with Diana and Rach last Thursday—it was pretty spectacular. There were only 4 people—so they were switching back and forth between characters. So fun. I included this, not because it’s funny, but b/c like Luke, I think I need to be more interesting. And being cultural by seeing plays ups my interesting factor—and will ultimately make you like me more—right?
I love you too.
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