Monday, June 27, 2011

All this introspective navel-gazing is making my head hurt.

The other day I told someone I was going to be 33 this year. I was wrong. I'm going to be 34. That, in turn, made Jaws upset because *he* thought he was going to be 37 this year. He's not. He's going to be 38. As in, two years from the dreaded 4-0. Poor guy.

Our 15th anniversary is this year, too. Crazy. As in 15 years we've been making each other crazy as well as being crazy in love.

Today I realized that I am not cute. I have never been cute. I will never be cute. Classic? Sure. Comfortable? Yes. But cute? No. I won't be cute. My house won't be cute. Cute is beyond my reach. And another dream bites the dust. (Not really. Well, kind of. I mean, I wouldn't mind having a cute house. But that would probably mean worrying about having curtains and decent furniture instead of making sure I have adequate bookshelf space.) I think the best I can hope for is neat. That's not too bad, I guess.

I have to start thinking about dinner now. Jaws complained that there was never any FOOD for him last summer. This summer, I have really made an effort to make sure there is FOOD for him, as opposed to munchies the girls and I would be happy to live off of from June till August. Tonight we are having BIG SALADS. I have lots of fresh veggies, and there will also be bacon, cheese and croutons. Tasty. I am making dessert, too. Strawberries and blueberries mixed with Honey Greek yogurt topped with crunbled shortbread cookies.

It will all be tasty, but not cute.

3 comments:

Jamie Cline said...

We could come over for FOOD sometime. We need to make you guys awesome mexican enchiladas. And have our coupon food party. Ha ha!

Cuteness is not worth the stress anyway. I worry too much about making my house cute. Thank goodness I don't live in UT anymore where house cuteness is a major competition. Blah.

The Sauls Family said...

YES! We should get together for FOOD. ;)

Nancy Seaman said...

cute is for unimaginative people who get all their decorating ideas from tv. That is why as much as I would love an extreme makeover I'd rather have the money so my handymen can do their wonderfully imperfect, unique work.