Ben and I, plus the kids, got ready to head out for the YMCA yesterday afternoon. The best way for me to describe what it’s like getting three kids, and two grown adults, out of the house is for you to imagine the five of us trying to flee a burning structure along with two juice boxes and a bag of raisins.
That’s why I know you’ll understand when I say this exchange between Ben and me yesterday, while getting everyone ready and out the door, was INANE. Not as inane as when Ben and I went down to the County Clerks Office to apply for our marriage license and were told our passports weren’t proof enough that we were American citizens. We needed our birth certificates to apply for a marriage license. You know the documentation we used to get our duplicate birth certificates? Our passports.
Anyway, the inanity:
Ben: Are you wearing those Crocs?
Me: No. It’s wet outside, and plus, they look kind of dorky.
Ben: Really Meredith, you should have started with dorky.
If you haven’t already checked out Ben’s Basement today you should get over there now! (It’s safe for work and a path has been cleared from the bottom of the basement stairs over to his work bench.)
Now I’m off to the grocery store. Try not to hate me *too much* for my life of ease and glamor.
