posted by Momo Fali on June 18, 2010
So, you know how your husband’s transmission needs to be repaired and the bill is over $2000, and that same night you realize that your refrigerator stopped working, and then then next day your car won’t start and you can’t even get your hood open, so you have to wait for AAA to come rescue you, and then your dog jumps up to get a ball off of the mantle, because that’s where balls belong, and she knocks down your big picture and a crystal candle holder, you know…the one that’s part of a pair…and there are glass shards everywhere, but that’s okay because you have plenty of time to pick them up since the refrigerator repairman said he’d be there sometime between 8:00 and 5:00?
Yeah. Me too.
posted by Momo Fali on May 14, 2010
This lovely note was plastered to my windshield on Wednesday afternoon. Let’s discuss, shall we?
1) There is no curb in front of his house
2) I parked during a rainstorm
3) My right tires were covering about three inches of his grass, along the street
4) Upon inspection of his yard after reading this love note, I didn’t see a single blade of grass that was smashed and/or out of place
I don’t know what’s worse, being called a moron by someone because of an ever-so-slightly bad parking job, or being called a moron by someone who used a double negative.
posted by Momo Fali on April 23, 2010
My husband’s birthday was Tuesday. One of his favorite meals is beef stroganoff made from a family recipe. It’s the same stroganoff he ate when he was growing up and since he’s creeping up on 40, I thought it best to try and make him feel like a kid again. Also, does anyone else feel that I’m aging myself by talking about stroganoff? Oh good, everyone then.
After work on Tuesday, I managed to straighten up the house, wrap presents and make dinner. My husband got off work early so he could celebrate with the kids before an evening meeting and once 6:00 pm rolled around, the whole family was hungry and the table was set for a nice, family meal.
Until my son sat down, saw my creation and said, “Ew! Throw up!”
posted by Momo Fali on April 15, 2010
We have great neighbors. Really, I just love them. One of them is my boss. I love her the most. What? I can be shameless if I want to.
The neighbors immediately to our east are wonderful too. They take great care of us. And by take care of us, I mean bring us cupcakes and cookies and homemade jelly.
Not to mention that they have one of the most beautiful yards on the street. Just last night I opened a window and a lovely floral aroma wafted into my kitchen. No air freshener necessary!
But, the best thing is that there is no competition between us. I mean no competition. At all. As in, none. Here is proof of that…
These are their hostas.
These are mine. See those little green stubs? But, look! Mulch!
This is their pretty, potted plant.
These are mine. Oh, okay! These are last year’s potted plants which are still sitting on my patio.
These are their ferns.
These are my ferns which
they gave me after dividing some of theirs a few years ago. Oh, the shame.
This is just one of their flower beds.
And, this is one of mine. At least my dogs have already started digging holes for me. Head start bonus!
This is their well-tilled garden plot from which they will gather vegetables later this year.
And this? Is where I will gather mine.
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