Memorial Day Potluck


We are now in the phase of our relationship where I will start stealing ideas from other blogs. Today I’ll be mooching off of the fabulous author of In Pursuit of Martha Points, who I urge you to read but only if you promise not to stop reading me. The idea is a blog potluck, which for me translates to “I don’t have any good ideas and I’m feeling pretty beat from my 20 minutes of exercise today, so I’m throwing random stuff out there that has no cohesion, and we’ll hope it’s funny.” Here we go:

I ate chocolate chip banana bread for dinner. Sometimes I wish I could purge in addition to my unmatched abilities to binge, and this is one of those nights because, guys, I feel gross. But I deserved a treat because I power walked for TWENTY MINUTES. While we’re on the topic of exercise, who are these people who run? They’re everywhere. You might be one of them. I don’t understand you. I despise running slightly less than I despise terrorists. If a troop of ax murderers were chasing me, I might run away. Running hurts; it doesn’t feel at all like flying; and it makes me sweaty. Big NO.

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Back to the banana bread, which is a concept I can get behind. This was the sixth time I’ve made it and once again the middle was completely underdone. That was technically unintended, but I was happy because Mr. Embee absolutely loves my chocolate chip banana soup. It’s just another sign our union was meant to be.

Sally wants to paint her room dark blue. I said no, because I think a navy dungeon is a bit peculiar, even for our family. She conceded and said maybe we could just have one wall that is a gigantic rainbow. Including brown and copious amounts of orange. I shoved a bowl of banana soup in her face and pretended I didn’t hear her.

I’m writing this in Sally’s room. It’s 9:35 p.m. and she can’t sleep. So she’s staring at me through the bars on her headboard. Staring. . . . Still staring. It’s pretty creepy. Oh wait, now she’s whispering: “Ribbit…pizza…piiiizzzzaaaa…milk.” Is this weirding anybody else out?

Little secret about me: Sometimes I look online at condos for sale and imagine I’m house shopping for just me. A cute single-lady one-bedroom where I have sole interior decorating authority, I do a maximum of two loads of dishes per week, and I don’t know, nobody stares at me from their bed. I think I’ll search now. Or puke up the banana bread. Nah, that’s gross, definitely home search.

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11 responses to “Memorial Day Potluck

  1. OMG. You said Twatter Twooters! LOL! I LOVE you! ❤

  2. the chocolate seems nice though. 😛

  3. lmbo at sally!!….Ribbit…pizza…piiiizzzzaaaa…milk…love it!!!!!

  4. So, are you really going to paint the giant rainbow?! Can I help paint it!!!

  5. So, are you really going to paint the giant rainbow?! Can I help paint it?!!! Remember how good I am at painting on bedroom walls and ceilings?! I MUST be involved in this artistic Sarah moment!

    • There will not be a rainbow. Because it two years she’d be sick of it and I’d have to try and cover it. It will be one nice, LIGHT, solid color.

  6. No fun Bum!

  7. Summer — I ran once. 3 whole miles. It was the worst day of my life and if I hadn’t conjured up the frighteningly-real image of my mother chasing me with an ax, in a blind rage because I did not complete my last physical education requirement to receive the Bachelor’s degree we’d worked so hard to pay for, I’m quite certain I’d never have made it.

    Runners are emotionally unstable people who probably should be forced to spend one day a year locked in their rooms watching Adam Sandler movies and eating chocolate chip banana bread. You know, so they can really appreciate how the other half lives.

  8. I want some of your chocolate banana soup. I love undercooked things. AND if you lived on your own someone may be staring at you and they probably wouldn’t be as cute as Sarah. 🙂
    Super funny sis.

    • Ooh, yeah we pretty much took care of the banana soup in 24 hours. But now we have cherry pie! Come on over!

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