I can't decide which is scarier, receipts or going back to school for my Master's.
I had this conversation with The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken:
Me - (whining about how scared I am to be going back to school)These days, I'm lucky if I stay awake longer than the kids. I'm not afraid of the classwork at all. I'm afraid of being up past 10:00 on a weeknight.
Him - "You're smart. You'll do fine. You've got nothing to worry about."
Me - "I'm not afraid of the work! I'm afraid of staying up late!"
Him - "Yeah...you usually do fall asleep pretty early..."
I've been scaring my gal too, with my driving. But we were on a high overpass, so it wasn't that hard:
Her - "You're in the middle of the road!"I pass this place every day. Exactly how good does food have to be in order to precipitate momma slapping? It isn't exactly scary, but it does sort of make me want to make sure all my cooking is mediocre:Oh! And if you enjoyed Cock Flavored Soup, I found some ball cake to go with it!And also some preserved vegetable:Because I have to find ways to amuse myself while The-Guy shops.
Me - "Of course I'm in the middle of the road!"
Her - "No, no! You're in the middle of the non-road!"
Me - "No I wasn't."
(Purposefully driving onto the shoulder.)
Me - "We would have felt the bumps. See? Like this."
Her - "But I DID feel the bumps!"
Me - "Well why didn't you tell me?"
(Changing lanes so slowly as to spend several moments straddling the line between the lanes)
Her - "Now you're in the middle of THIS road!"
Me - "I'm changing lanes! I like to change lanes slowly. And carefully."
So that's life right now: I don't have a wedding dress or invitations, but I do have a bunch of brand spanking new phobias that coordinate perfectly with the fear of my own wedding. Plus I have great skill at amusing myself in a grocery store.