Mischief of One Kind and Another
For someone who doesn’t technically have a job right now, I sure do feel busy.
It’s almost like looking for a job is a full-time job.
Except it’s not, at least for me, because I’m also up to my fake twitching eyeball in other projects. For the blog alone, I owe you probably about 64 updates about what’s going on with our home changes, I’ve got some really fantastic recipes to share, and the consumption of the Spanish bottles of wine we brought home have inspired some really deep thoughts, like why was the Bachelorette so hung up on that Bentley guy (I mean his name is Bentley, for crying out loud), and I wonder how long I can get away with not removing the toenail polish I applied before leaving for Spain.
Apparently the answer is at least 5 weeks, because I only have about 40% coverage left per toe and I still haven’t fixed it.
So aside from all the blog posts gurgling around in my head, I have projects galore. The office is still a work-in-progress, and hopefully I’ll have updates soon. I’m applying for jobs. I’m working on writing projects. I’m one of the first few people getting to read my friend’s yet-unpublished novel. And on top of all that, Alaina’s baby shower is in a mere week-and-a-half.
What’s that? You didn’t know I was throwing a baby shower?
Let’s see… we all know I’m awkward around children, I’d probably make a terrible parent, and until recently I assumed a boppy was something teenagers took recreationally at raves. So me throwing a baby shower makes perfect sense, right?
Lucky for me, Alaina doesn’t want just a baby shower. She wants a baby party — complete with alcohol, drinking games, and… wait for it… boys. See, just because she can’t drink, she doesn’t feel the need to punish everyone else. Especially me. And I’m also fortunate that a couple of her other dear friends are helping me out.
So this is pretty much what my world looks like right now:
(This last one actually has nothing to do with the baby shower. It’s for a different project entirely, but I couldn’t resist. You know I like to keep you guessing.)
I never thought I’d say this, but I’m pretty excited for this baby shower to happen. Not to give anything away, but it’s probably going to involve a relay race with strollers and the chugging of White Russians from baby bottles. The drink — not the people.
How twisted do you think I am?