Oh don’t you dare. Don’t you dare give me a lecture about blogging. So I haven’t blogged since July of 2011. Big whup. I also haven’t figured out what colors to paint my nails today, and I’m not crying about it, am I? Maybe we should all just be quiet for a minute and consider this: Today is Cinco de Mayo and I’m planning a nice pot roast dinner for Wayne when he gets home. So exactly how much do you think I care about what I’m supposed to be doing? 10%? A lot? What’s a lot?
I don’t know if I can really put it into a percentage. I don’t even know if I remember what I was just talking about.
Blogging. Well here’s the haps: I’ve got a new orange mug. And if you think that’s not news, you’re wrong for three reasons. One, I didn’t have one before. Two, it’s a different size than my normal mugs (sort of shorter and more… cylindrical) (guess who spelled cylindrical correctly on the first try? This girl!) And three, I was previously not allowed to purchase any mugs and just last weekend I was all “darn those rules, darn them straight to heck” and I went out and purchased two of them. The other one is teal, but I keep using the orange one. I just find orange irresistible on a cloudy morning. It’s the sunshine I well deserve.
There are other things. I wore a Great Gatsby t-shirt for a week straight. It was last week, and boy was it awesome. Of course I couldn’t wear it to work (I don’t think) because there are clear rules about t-shirts in the packet of rules they gave me that strictly forbid anything with a Sports Team Logo on it and I figure the classic cover of The Great Gatsby is as good as a sports team logo in that I would root for it if it was playing basketball. But I wore it around the house, which was still very satisfying.
I also started a garden on the little ledge of roof just below our front window. The flowers I have are: Marigolds, mini snapdragons, what I believe look like johnny jump-ups, and an unidentified orange one. We also have rosemary, oregano, and a jalapeno plant. All this is on an overturned fish tank (as you know, Christmas passed away last year)(he was the fish) in an assortment of flowerpots, mostly gifts, and one red teapot that we never use.
So as you can see, life is pretty exciting.
In bigger news, I’ve written a play. Actually written it in past tense, which means it’s finished. This fact sets it apart from anything else I’ve written in the last six years. I’ve been second drafting it all week. It’s called Better and it’s a romantic comedy. Think Maid in Manhattan without any high heels stuck in sewer grates. And with male protagonists. Although there’s female protagonists as well. It’s really more of an ensemble cast. And I actually don’t remember Maid in Manhattan all that well, is that the one where she gets her high heel stuck in a sewer grate? Anyway. I’ve also got a theater company to put it on. Our theater company! In fact we just sat down with Strawdog Theatre recently and chose a date to officially get all sweaty and nervous on. Good thing I bought all that bulk deodorant from Cost-co.
Finally, here’s a last tidbit for you. Our cat has recently learned how to open the fridge. It’s his new hobby. If you said, “Nice to meet you Seymour, what do you do?” he would be like, “Usually I just open the fridge and drive Amy and Wayne completely crazy.” He can even open it when we put a stool there to block his way. Oh I know, it’s probably okay. Probably. Until you see it open and have no idea when it was opened and are trying to gauge just how warm everything inside is. It’s a problem when you take a nice big cold gulp of spoiled milk, before it’s due date. Milk that was, only yesterday, probably okay. And then he comes and cuddles in your lap like the manipulative little beast he is.
I really really really love him anyway. But I never want to taste spoiled milk again. Which is why I brought out the spray bottle. The one thing that cat ever listens to.
And I think I’m going to do my nails kind of a clay color with confetti glitter as the topcoat. It’s going to be called Party Putty. Spread the word! It’s a hot new manicure.