Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I respectfully disagree

Dear Commercial Lady Who Says "It's time to get real about what happens in the bathroom,"

No, it's not.

What's with this new rash of commercials about toilet paper being left behind? I don't care if you cute it up with bears. No one needs to talk about that.

Sincerely,
Watches Too Much TV

PS I'm not even going to touch the Hail to the V commercials because WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

You can do it!

A phenomenon I've come to watch with some interest, and - because I will probably never have to do it - a teeny amount of amusement: the training of the mail truck drivers. They come and use our hill once a week or so, presumably because it is so steep. Driving a mail truck must not be easy, because they often drive right up over the curb.

The funniest part is that Reid, Jesse, and Caffrey all run to the front door to watch also. Again, I can laugh because I don't have to do it: imagine you are training to drive a mail truck on a really super steep hill, you keep driving over the curb because the steering wheel is on the wrong side of the dang truck, and then you look over and 2 dogs and a toddler are watching you intently. See? It's funny. If you never have to do it.

Monday, August 8, 2011

That Damn Donna Reed

I would very much like to go back to a 50s and 60s way of living. I love staying home with Reid. I love cleaning my house. I love the feeling of sitting down after a long day of cleaning my house and smelling Lysol. I like to cook. I want to wear aprons while I do so. I want a sewing machine so I can make aprons. I want to sew curtains and pillows and skirts.

I want to finish the sweater I started knitting back in April.

I want to make thoughtful handmade gifts that look pretty and are useful.

I want to bake cookies or casseroles or cakes for friends who are having a baby or a birthday or a rough day or because it's Tuesday and who wouldn't like a casserole or a cake?

I want to make pot roast.

I don't actually know what pot roast is. But it's good to have goals.

(if anyone can tell me the origin of the title of this post, you win the satisfaction of knowing the origin of the title of this post)