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March 14, 2007
Papa's Got a Brand New Bag
Today The Boy and I had to spend all day at his apartment waiting for UPS to get off its collective brown ass and deliver him a laptop bag. This was extra vexing because today was the day we had planned to go get a bamboo steamer so we could try to recreate The Best Dumplings Ever. NOTHING comes between me and my pork burps, man, NOTHING!
This also meant I missed flamenco with Gloria this evening. Which is risky, very risky, my friends. I cannot flamenco. It took everything in me to return for week #2. Actually, I never would have gone back at all if I hadn't opened my big mouth. Right afterwards, on some kind of golpe-fueled, post-CRYING BECAUSE OF FLAMENCO CLASS high, I made the mistake of saying (out loud): "You know what. That sucked. But I usually quit at anything I suck at. I'm going to stick this out!" You try turning yellow without looking like a big ole douche after that. I'm just hoping my sense of moral obligation hasn't worn off next week.
In any case, 7 hours after scheduled delivery, his laptop case arrived and we high-tailed it back to my place to see whether Fred & Ethel had survived a full 14 hours without food (they had, but they have not left our sides since we got back). We're driving along and The Boy says, "You know what I love? I love that we haven't even gotten to your place yet and already my bag has some cat hair on it."
You know what I love? That his bag has cat hair on it already and he just thinks it's funny.
Posted by jen at March 14, 2007 09:37 PM
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That's cute. And a good thing because you cannot escape the cat hair.
Posted by: Dagny at March 15, 2007 05:50 AM
He's a keeper.
Posted by: Crystal at March 15, 2007 09:36 AM
I think you should cry DURING the flamenco class. Just think how dramatic it would be. And flamenco is dramatic, right? Stomp, stomp, clap, clap, sob, sob.
Posted by: Librarian Girl at March 15, 2007 11:06 AM
That is so sweet!
I got sucked into the world of ballroom dancing last year and even thought I hated the people in the group, I stuck with if for months. Finally I realized it was realy silly to keep doing something I dreaded. I stuck with it long enough to know that I do love ballroom dancing but I don't love the members of the local association. Good luck with the flamenco...isn't that one of the dances where you can carry a red rose as an accessory?
Posted by: SusannahS at March 15, 2007 07:11 PM
He is definitely a keeper!
Posted by: Shepherd Chik at March 20, 2007 05:39 PM
I loved this one. That last comment had me falling out of my chair on a Friday night. Bless you, him, Fred and Eth.
Posted by: Rhonda at March 23, 2007 04:13 PM