This Monday marks the end to what was one incredibly busy weekend for us here on the Minneapolis home front. We hosted an eight-person Mario Kart tournament in our tiny two-person apartment, celebrated family birthdays, mingled at a family reunion, and sweated through nine innings of a humid baseball game.
So hey there, Monday! Glad you could make it. Here are a few less-than-graceful moments to celebrate.
- I’ve been consciously trying to avoid the postcard the dentist sent me a week or two ago reminding me that they “haven’t seen me in a while” and that I’m due for a cleaning. Darrin has no problem with the dentist. I, on the other hand, despise visiting the dentist and would much rather have my arms amputated by a monkey than my teeth poked and scraped and prodded at the dentist (No offense to all you dentists out there. I’m sure you mean well. And I may have a slight flair for the “dramatic”). I hung the postcard on the fridge thinking that I’d maybe schedule an appointment….but then I started avoiding the fridge because who in their right mind wants to be reminded of the dentist when they’re grabbing the pint of raspberry cheesecake ice cream from the freezer? So I moved the darned postcard from the fridge to my desk…and then from my desk riiiiiiight into the recycle bin. Childhood fears are supposed to disappear once you’ve reach adulthood, right?
- I twitched so violently in my sleep the other night that I scared myself awake and smacked an unsuspecting Darrin right in the chest. Poor guy never saw it coming. But I totally nailed the shark I was battling in my dream, so WHATEVER.
- If only you had been there to witness my incredibly awkward handshake moment over the weekend. I went in for a “goodbye, it was nice to meet you” handshake; he was going for the “I’ll catch ya later” high five. What was resulted was an uncomfortable “palm resting against palm” Tarzan moment that lingered for far too long. FAR too long. Our palms were practically radiating with awkwardness, which also means that they were sweating. Which really only made things worse.
- You know you’ve been in the dressing room shopping and trying on clothes for faaaaar too long when the dads and husbands sitting outside the fitting rooms answer your sister who has been looking for you, “Yeah. She’s down that hall in dressing room 10.” #thanksguys #iguess #ipromiseidon’thaveaproblem
Hope you have a relaxing Monday!