repeated locking doesn't make it tighter

ryan has automatic locks on his car, a very formal and bland thing we've named ned. ned's automatic locks beep (like everyone's) when you push the lock button. in the summertime, with all of our windows open, i can hear all of the automatic locks going off (in the evening time, i'm listening for ned's). there's this woman who pushes her automatic lock button over and over and over again until i feel like leaning out the window and screaming, "okay! i think you've locked it!" at first i was mildly irritated. now i envision throwing produce at her as she walks away, keys in hand, thumb pressed solidly against the little button that wears the locked padlock. why?

weekly mouse

my future

i want this:

sweet caroline

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the other side of things

ryan left yesterday for the week on business. yes, he is a distinguished business man in business clothes and a bluetooth in his ear. and his wife is barefoot and pregnant. take that bluetooth away and we look like some postwar world war 2 family. where's my picket fence (or, more importantly, where's my house)?

anyway, when ryan's gone, i sleep on his side of the bed with his pillow. so, after dragging all sorts of articles i've been meaning to read into bed with me, i left them happily on my side (benefit to not having to share the bed) and snuggled down with my husband's side of the bed. which was uncomfortable. in a big way. it seemed that right into my lower back there was some sort of awful lump in our mattress. after a moment's grumble, i pulled the whole bed apart to discover that in the wash a large rag had clung to the sheet in the laundry and the bed was made with this rag still attached. for the last week ryan has said nothing about this awful lump on his side of the bed.

i suspect that this lump, combined with the fact that his wife is 35 weeks pregnant and therefore awful, helped ryan see the positive side to this business trip. perhaps he even clicked his heels as he headed up the tarmac. i would have.

ps i could use some good book recommendations.

weekly mouse

we got to our hotel room and and ava hopped right on the bed, settled herself in and turned on the TV. "you know guys," she said, as she helped herself to the mini bar and arranged a spa day over the phone, "this is what i really needed. i've just been working so hard lately and this will make all the difference."

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along with my baby elephant, who will be named joy (not after ryan's aunt, but because of what she will bring me), i also want one of these. it's a galapagos tortoise and i find them to be charming. i will feed it lettuce and carrots and it will live in my backyard. ava can ride on it. i love everything about these babies except their poop. for this, i will order a poop-scoop service. and they will be in my yard, cleaning up that poop and wondering, 'what is pooping these poops?'