yesterday, while on the phone with miss SLynnRo, complaining talking about people oversharing with me, my doorbell rang and i ran for cover. i so wasn’t expecting visitors and i sure as hell didn’t want any unannounced ones. but, looking through the peephole, i realized it was either a primordial dwarf or a package, so i breathed a heavy sigh of relief and answered the door.
it was a giant Cinderella castle for Isabella. shipped from her Grammy and Grandpa all the way from Disney World.
now how the hell am i going to fit this in her bedroom…
i shit you not. this puppy is HUGE.
but, the most interesting and hilarious part of the whole gift was the card. (now, grammy and grandpa, if you are reading…this was the perfect gift. ISabella is going to DIE of happiness when she sees it. and once i fit it in her bedroom, she may never come out. which will be a welcome change…because? remember the whole humpty dumpty freak-out incident?)
yes, i opened it. and no, it doesn’t make me a bad parent. she can’t read. at least i don’t think she can. Josh was reading for about, um, a year before we figured it out.
what is says is:
we wish you a birthday filled with fun, laughter, pasta, cupcakes and lots of love.
pasta? really? pasta?
and that was when i died. or maybe it doesn’t even say pasta? or maybe she’s making fun of my kids who sometimes slip and pronounce it PASS-ta? or maybe it’s not even funny at all, and i was only laughing because i hadn’t eaten in three days or even had a single coffee.
(i am now drinking my first one. am in heaven)
so, last night i went with my two besties to see
we were the only women in the entire theater. and we were the only people in the theater over the age of 20 (with the exception of one older couple, but they were there CHAPERONING) holy jesus, i’m OLD.
but it was frickin’ hilarious. there were more guns and deaths than i was expecting (the truth is, i didn’t really know what to expect…i had no clue going in that the Pineapple Express was a type of weed. i thought it was a type of TRAIN, which is funny, because when i went to see The Darjeeling Limited, i thought it was about a tea, even though it was actually about a TRAIN. whatever, Ali’s brain without coffee…)
and James Franco as an in-need-of-a-shower stoner?? oddly appealing. VERY appealing. RAWR.
sure, some of the jokes were cheap and overdone, and i think i still liked Superbad better…but in my books, Seth Rogan, he can do no wrong. also? any movie with a cursing nursinghomebound Bubbie in it?? awesome.
i recommend. definitely.
up next for me? The Dark Knight. going to see it Han style….SOLO! (thanks to my lovely friends on twitter who have told me that it doesn’t make me a large tool to see a movie on my own. most people found it kind of…well, liberating.)
now. more coffee.