You guys! Happy Friday. It is finally, really, truly here. I was so thrown off all week. Do you ever have those days where you wake up and think it’s the weekend, but it’s only Wednesday or think it must be Friday when it’s not? Well, every single day this week I woke up convinced, convinced, deep down in my bones that it was Thursday. Every day. But no, it was just Tuesday. Then Wednesday. Then, by the time it finally was Thursday I was so exhausted by all the confusion, I needed a nap. It was like Groundhog Day, minus all the groundhogs.
Fun fact: I’ve never seen that movie.
Surprising, right? I know!
What’s up for the weekend? Brian and I are going to Philly to spend some time with my sister and his family. I’m looking forward! Even though we’re not exactly “religious,” it doesn’t feel right to spend Easter without family. How not religious are we, you might ask? Let’s just say last night we wasted many an hour in an internet vortex trying to remember exactly how this whole crucifixion/resurrection scenario played out. Our Google Search History currently reads: ” Was Jesus crucified on Wednesday, Thursday or Friday?” “What is Good Friday?” “Crucifixion Timeline” (gruesome) and then “can your Confirmation Certificate be revoked like a drivers license?!”
Just kidding on the last one but mine probably should. I’m skating on thin theological ice over here. I hope they serve jelly beans in hell!
Ok that’s about enough rambling about Easter + I used up so many of my words yesterday on that epic ode to wedding registries, why don’t we just cut right to the chase and take a look at what was keeping it awkward this week.
This Almond Butter:
I got home from work last evening and did item #1 on every single Top 25 Things All Girls Secretly Totally Love Buzzfeed list, took off my brassiere and realized I had some kind of schmutz on my decolletage. “What could this be? ” I thoght and then realized it was almond butter. Leftover from my 2 PM snack. I was eating with such intense vigor I dropped nutbutter all down my shirt and didn’t realize it for hours.
I think “ladylike” might be the best word to describe me? A vision of grace?
This Subway Track:
See that black blob on the rail there? I walked down into the station after work the other evening and saw something large and dark moving all about the tracks. I instantly assumed it was the most enormous, feral rat rearing up on its back legs, ready to leap up onto the platform and eat me alive, and I jumped up and back, away from the edge and screamed “OH MY GOD!” anddd then realized it was just a plastic bag, blowing in the breeze.
(un)luckily for me, the New York City Subway System is as full of crazy humans as it is enormous rodents so not a single person blinked an eye at my hysteria but I still felt a fool.
This Washing Machine:
Went to the laundromat after work on Monday to find it crammed full at 6 PM on a weeknight, so I hauled my laundry backpack up on my shoulders and clomped back home . I returned a few hours later and found just two empty washing machines. In a complete frenzy I stuffed one full, slammed the door and then, like Ace of Base, I saw the sign. Out of Order.
IF ONLY I’d been at this amazing establishment brought to my attention earlier this week by my friend Jen. A laundromat that doubles as a bar. Complete with cheese plates. I can’t imagine anything greater in this whole wide world. I mean, maybe having your own washer and dryer in your own home but that’s too bold a thing to even consider.
God I hate New York sometimes.
Speaking of laundry…
Last weekend we had a wedding in New Jersey so we spent the weekend at Brian’s parents house. I brought out a few items of dirty laundry to deal with while I was there because, well, see above. I totally meant to wash it myself but then Brian’s mom mentioned she was putting in a load and did we want to toss anything in? I’d have been a fool to pass that up and so I, an adult woman, had my mother-in-law wash my underwear.
New lows every single day.
The following morning I put on my favorite white t-shirt, freshly laundered (and dried and folded! God we’re spoiled) by Brian’s mom and about four seconds later, picked up a coffee mug and inexplicably poured half of it on myself. I’m not even sure what happened. I may have had a small stroke? All I know is my favorite white t-shirt is now stained with some lovely brownish spots and I have but two options: go back to the hellhole that is the liquor-free laundromat OR wait until next time we visit the Scotts and see if Brian’s mom could just have a go at the stains, perhaps?
This is me and my coworker and we sit right next to each other at the office and are in the midst of a big campaign together annnnd earlier this week dressed like straight up twinsies. Obviously we had a photoshoot.
Somewhere high above the Hollywood Hills or Harvard University or wherever she is these days, Tyra Banks is shuddering in horror. We are NOT America’s Next Top Models.
And, scene! Happy Good Friday, everyone! Or Sad Good Friday, because Jesus dies? AAAAH I DON’T KNOW. I’m going to go eat some peanut butter eggs and get this day started!