what's in the box?

Remember in the movie "Se7en" when a divine, angsty, pre-angelina haggard brad pitt begged for morgan freeman to tell him "what's in the box???!!! WHAT'S IN THE BOX???" only to be confronted with (i'd give you a spoiler warning, but really... it's been 13 years) his wife's head. i should have learned to not question why there has been a rather large box in the garage for the last week.

I asked what it was on monday and was told it was a surprise. that he was "just waiting to figure out what to do with it". wrong answer. but, being the trustworthy wife that i am... i didn't open the box. not even a shake. until tonight.

my question was met with "It's a dog casket". we don't have a dog. "it was $20 on ebay" we don't have a dog. "I was trying to be thoughtful" we don't have a dog.

I'm outta words. that's a big deal. I appreciate his attempt... and it IS funny. but i have NO clue what to do with it ( i mean, i know what to do with it but i can't just leave it in the living room.)


I can't put it back on ebay, because... come on, who would buy a dog casket?

And in my spare time...

The last week has been brutal. too much work, not enough (if any) air conditioning, and not enough time. because, lets face it, there's *always* enough time. however, during the chaos, i've probably done more serious thinking. serious ending that ended up at a toga party. if that's the end to a week when you've worried about everything and everyone, i've got my sheets ready for next week.

there seems to be some correlation between the temp hitting an unbearable 9o degrees and the birth of babies. 4 of my friends birthed out the little bundles of screaming joy on the same day. Nice work, ladies... i probably would have taken drastic measures, too, just to be in a place with air conditioning.

i've done too much thinking about friendships. i can mostly say this is because one of my dearest friends is moving to utah in the next couple weeks. i'm not going to front and be all tough about her going... because i can't be. Nancy means the world to me... she's one of those (few) people who is incredibly real, changes your life, and is going to RUIN the mormon view of a WASP. these are only a few reasons why she rocks. utah is lucky to have her, i'm incredibly lucky to have had years with her.


let's be honest here. i have plenty of acquaintances, and most of them i would really like to spend more time with and pick their brains.

But as for friendships that have weathered the storms, had the knock- down-drag-outs, the stories that never get old when told, the laughs, the tears, the security... well, i have a smattering of those. those are the ones that bring laughter into life, that make the chaos disappear, and those that surround you when you need them. I was with a very good group last night. Some i know well, some i'm in the process of knowing better. i adore them all... only a few people understand how to quote movies at the right time, how to properly make fun of leopard print togas, and how to take being collectively called "a group of the coolest assholes" by a total stranger. thank you all for a truly memorable night.


i'm getting too serious. i've also been on a crappy movie kick. i'm glad you can't see my netflix queue to judge me more that you already do.... but one helpful hint... stay far far far away from "My Bloody Valentine". wow.





ps....


i suppose watching "Last Tango in Paris" was a little to much for the man of the house... he couldn't get past the subtitles to appreciate th... well, just see the movie . (If you haven't seen this.. you need to. AFTER the kids have gone to bed. you should probably lock them in, to avoid any "talk" that you're not ready for. EVER)

uh..... i don't know what to do here.

So here I am .... in all my poor punctuation glory. not knowing *why* i'm doing this, only compelled to write for an unknown reason. i'm not going to use this to vent about work, or the wastes of carbon that i serve runny eggs to. if i do, it'll be to use the above said waste of carbon in story pertaining to my point. which could be a first, since i rarely have one worth mentioning. since you're willing reading this, i suppose it's only fair that i (hereby known as THE WRITER) should lay down a few ground rules for you (hereby known as THE READER)

* THE READER will disregard THE WRITERS lack of punctuation, grammatical inconsistencies (see what i did there?), and all around bad forum

*THE READER will also understand that THE WRITER does have some (although not many) people that will be used under an alias. this alias is mostly used to protect said WRITER from unemployment, slander/libel, body and property harm.

*THE WRITER uses the right to display any range of emotion, language, belief, opinion, and any other range that classifies THE WRITER of being classified as human.

that being said... finally

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