Another reason to be glad you're not the Pretend Husband...

When we picked the color for the master bedroom in our new house, we (OK, I) chose a pinkish brown that was supposed to go well with the bluish color of our comforter. We painted the walls at night and liked the pinkish brown color of them, although they looked more brown than pink. But when we went upstairs to check out the room the next day, we were stunned to discover we had painted our room mauve (which, for the color-illiterate, is waaaaaay more pink than brown).

The Pretend Husband grumbled about it, but seemed placated by the people who said it wouldn't be so bad when we got our furniture moved in and stuff up on the walls. Me on the other hand? I hated it, but didn't want to admit I made a mistake (and, to be honest, did not feel like repainting the room we had just spent all that time painting when there were, oh, eleventy-hundred other things that need to be done in that house).

I finally sucked it up this weekend, just hours before we were going to be moving our furniture in, when I realized if I didn't do something, I'd probably be living in a mauve room for the next 10 years. Sly as I am, I think I actually got the PH to think it was his idea to re-paint and better yet, he thinks he finally won an argument about the house (and, even better, now he owes me!)

So, instead of moving furniture, we headed out to Home Depot, picked out a nice navy blue and spent the rest of the day slapping on a couple of coats. Which, next to the gray we chose for the hallway, it's looking a little like the Civil War is being fought in our very own house (you know, the blue and the gray? The North and the South? Geez, am I the only one who grew up with a Civil War buff for a father?) In any case, it's a huge improvement over pink.

Letters from SJ

Dear Winter,

I love you more than most seasons. I do - you're so cool and you come with Christmas, hot cocoa and fireplaces -- which is awesome.

But what the @#% is with the static on my poor hair? Seriously? Just once I'd be able to wear my hair straight and down for more than 2 hours before having to secure it into a nerdly librarian bun. Just *once.*

Screw you and your dry air,
SJ

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Dear Target,

I heart you and your fabulous bargains. But can we discuss your layout? Why do you have to be different in every freakin' store I visit? Why do you insist on hiding things from me? You know I want to buy that fabulous pair of striped tights, and yet? You only carry them in one of the four Targets that I pass on my way home.

Why?

Yours,
SJ

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Dear Manufacturer of Low-Rise Tights,

WTF?

-SJ

Since when does "cheap crap" not include balloons and party hats?

We had a surprise dinner for my dad's birthday the other night (at the Chinese buffet... because we're classy like that). When we got to the restaurant, I was lamenting the fact that I hadn't had time to pick up some party hats and balloons for our little group (because the only thing classier than celebrating a birthday at the Chinese buffet is looking like an idiot while you do it). My little brother (who is actually more than six-and-a-half feet tall) offered to run into the discount place next door and buy hats.

Lil' bro comes running in a few minutes later without hats or balloons and starts to bitch about what happened.

"So, I walk into the store and there's color everywhere! And of course nothing is organized, so I walk up to the woman at the front and say, 'Do you have party hats?' and she looks at me like I just asked the most inappropriate question ever and says, 'Party hats?' I say, 'Yes, hats you would wear for a party?' and she says, with the biggest attitude, 'If you want party hats, you're going to have to go to one of those party stores.'" (Oh yes, because apparently a party store is the only kind of place that would carry party supplies... because you can't find that stuff in a Wal-Mart or a Target or almost any other discount store, oh no)

So lil' bro goes running through the store ("I covered that place in about 45 seconds.") but, to his chagrin, "There was nothing, not even a tiara I could make Dad wear."

We are still wondering how the discount place doesn't carry party supplies, but as one of our friends pointed out, "How much can you discount a 39-cent balloon?" So, Dad didn't get a ridiculous hat to wear for his birthday, but the Chinese buffet staff made up for it by playing a version of Happy Birthday on the restaurant sound system that sounded like it was being sung by a Mexican Mariachi band. And if that doesn't say, "Dad, we love you and hope this was the best birthday yet," I don't know what does. 

things that totally made my day today

it's a monday, and mondays are usually icky and horrible, but today, my day has been superb (which is much-needed because yesterday was kind of crap).

so here's my short list of things that made today great:

1) an awesome email from a good friend of mine whom i hadn't heard from all week (and i miss him a lot).
2) a huge bouquet of flowers delivered to me at work from j. *sigh.
3) a peanut butter pie made by a co-worker that will require me to do an hour and a half of pilates but whatevs.
4) an old flame telling me how hot i looked in a pic i posted on FB (thank you, and i know - and double parenthetical note: FB is still my dirty little mistress to blogger. but she knows it's not serious.)
5) nothing blowing up yet.
6) the knowledge that i only have to get through this week before i'm on vacation next week with Jal and little E and I can't WAIT. i'll bring my laptop to blog from the Happiest Place on Earth.

i know we have to follow our recend award rules and post our pics, and we will this week. scout's honor. although i was never in these "scouts" - so. that doesn't sound promising, does it?

What the critics are saying...

Funny Gals is the subject of much critical acclaim these days, garnering an award from one of our most faithful readers, WildARS. How exciting, huh? And while we originally got the award for some lame reason like, "They're so supportive. When one doesn't feel like blogging, the other one comforts her while she cries, tells her she's better off without him and does the blogging for her!" he later stepped up to the plate (OK, I admit it. I shamed him in his own comments section) and gave us a kick-ass reason for the award.

That's right, kids. Critics are talking about Funny Gals. It's the feel-good blog of the holiday season. Run, don't walk, to the nearest computer to get in on the funniest blog since "Funny Guys" and "Funny Grrrlz." Our first review is in, from WildARS himself, and it says: "Funnygal is kick me in the crotch fantastic."

End of shameless self-promotion.