Good to hear, Jesse.
My family is a very easy form of crazy. The kind that is fun to be around though there are probably lots of injokes to be explained, and in the extended family, there is lots of material for fond eyerolls.
I talk to my parents once a week, at least. Usually sundays. I used to talk to my brother that frequently, but with his crazy grad school hours and family obligations it is less frequent. This all is a habit that goes back a ways. Mom & Dad used to talk to their parents at least once a week when they were alive. Mom talks to at least one of her siblings about once a month.
I am glad that I am not alone in thinking that food that requires more prep than a trip to the deli is too much to hope for. Especially on a Friday.
I've had a Sunday parental phone call since I went to college -- that was actually from the advice book too, I think.
Why you gotta be such an overachiever
Does it help if I say that I've eaten dry cereal out of the box while sitting at the computer for the last two nights? Trying to cook and eat real food more often is a thing for me (but I won't get boring about it here).
Does it help if I say that I've eaten dry cereal out of the box while sitting at the computer for the last two nights?
Yes, yes it does. Really, I only mock your Actual Good Home-Made Grownup Food out of jealousy.
Thanks, Amy. I am so excited.
"cooking" that requires more than bopiling 1 thing, or microwaving is, for the most part, way more work that I'm willing to do if it's just me.
V. exciting, Debet! This week notwithstanding, grad school is FUN.
Thanks, Jesse! Now to get myself a loan and a apartment. Gah!
Congrats, Debet!
Me, I don't mind cooking complex stuff, when I have the energy and the kitchen's already clean. Oh, and I'm hungry. Those stars don't align often.
Watched this week's Jack & Bobby. I didn't
cry as much as sumi,
but they got me right at the end, with the look on Jack's face when
Bobby sprinted past him. Combine a knee injury with sibling dynamics and untimely death,
and you own my sappy little ass.
The J&B family isn't as warm and fuzzy and pleasing as the Numb3rs family, but I really enjoy watching its dysfunction. Also, Jack rocks pretty hard, the wee thing.
My mother tried to give me my baby book the other day. I told her I didn't have room at the moment, and would take it when she died.
My baby book contains evidence of my mother's crazy in the form of my dried-out cord stump. She was shocked, shocked I tell you, that we didn't save Lily's. The things rot off. They smell like something that's rotted off. And she wonders why we didn't keep it?
My family is crazy. We also admit it.
This is true. I've met them. They've admitted the crazy.
Also, I'm certain that Paul will be a Dad JUST LIKE JILLI'S. Which is a scary thought, but funny.
