What is Funny?

Funny is calling the fire dept because of a strong and odd odor when you walk in the front door with your arms filled with groceries and thinking that the house was going to blow up but, as the firemen were kind enough to explain within 5 seconds of entering the house (in full gear, axes and all) really the natural gas leak was caused by a skunk spraying your dog in the face.

And funny is the neighbors have lined the street  wondering what's going on and are told by the fire fighters that you don't know what a skunk smells like.

And funny is Bill coming down the street just as the fire department and their big trucks are leaving, seeing you sheepishly standing in the front yard.

And funny is your previously all-white dog first stained yellow in the face from the skunk and then stained orange from an hour-long and pointless shower in tomato juice.

And funny is Teddy getting home and asking if someone was giving themselves a home perm.

And funny is trying to get the skunk smell out of the house the night before you are supposed to host your book club.

And funny is not being able to sleep because your house reeks of skunk.

Shut the Door and Sit Down (or something like that)

I am simply horrible about this blog. I enjoy reading blogs of my friends (and some enemies) and am a religious Facebook updater, but I can't keep this journal alive. Sigh. I will try harder and give it the love and attention it deserves.

So... what's new? Nothing really other than I have  new man in my life: Don Draper. I've always heard good things about the show "Mad Men" and I finally started watching it this fall. I absolutely devoured the first two seasons in about a week and quickly caught up with the third. The season finale aired this week and I'm already in withdrawal like a crack addict. Who knew that basic cable could be so good? I mean, I love trashy shows as much as the next girl, but "Mad Men" is intelligent and simply beautiful to watch unfold. Bonus: B looks A LOT like Don Draper. Hawtness.

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Many of my good friends are having major life changes right now---some good, some sad. It all just makes me realize that we are actually adults, with grownup lives and everything. That is crazy. I wonder when that happened, but then I realize that I've pretty much always been a grownup.  But the thought of having a baby, which is the next logical step in my life, just terrifies me--no way can I be old enough to raise a child! Our house is always a mess, B works crazy hours, I don't really have a job, we don't have the money, blahblahblah. I met two people this week, however, who are in similar life situations and they both just had babies---so if they can make it work, why couldn't we? How will we know when it's the right time? And what if when the stars align and we finally decide to have a baby, my body laughs and says that old ladies can't have babies? Sometimes I wake up and actually hear tick-ticK-tiCK-tICK-TICK!TICK!TICK!TICK!TICK!TICK!!!!!!!!!!!TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK. And then I pick up Georgie and smother him with baby talk and smooches.

And put holes in the condoms (just kidding... or am I???).