Statement: I am capable of dressing myself.
I am capable of dressing myself exactly 33% of the time. The 8 hours when I am asleep, I am dressed totally appropriately. The other 16 hours, well, not so much. I see myself as a sassy career girl who looks trendy and put together. Unfortunately the mirror sees me as a slightly disheveled career girl with dragging hems and a serious handicap in the ‘putting makeup on yourself’ department. Working with post-menopausal ladies and tech geeks hasn’t really helped me, either. If I took a cue from my office mates I’d be wearing turtlenecks and sweaters a la Kristy or short sleeve button down shirts a la Dilbert. Having a roommate, albeit temporarily, has made me re-evaluate my status as an adult. Since when does gray not match with khaki? Who made that rule? 26 year olds are not allowed to wear leggings? Fight the machine!
Perhaps I should stick with the triangle dresses.
Statement: I pack Dora the Explorer fruit snacks in my lunch.
They do not make fruit snacks for grown-ups. Except for organic fruit roll-ups, but they cost 75 cents a piece and do not fit into my food budget. Plus they are called “Fruit Leather” and that does not sound as appealing as “Dora Saves the Snow Princess Assorted Fruit Flavored Snacks.”
Statement: I walked past a Chinese food restaurant yesterday and didn’t (even for one second) think about stopping in and getting an eggroll.
I am as shocked as you are, internet. I haven’t had a craving for Chinese food since October 18, 2008, when I stumbled out of Beer Fest and ate 3 eggrolls and a dozen crab rangoons, in addition to disgusting amounts of beef with broccoli and cashew chicken. Insult to injury? I made the rookie mistake of eating an eggroll on the way home, burning my mouth and seriously diminishing my ability to taste the rest of the meal.
Don’t fret, Dragon Garden. I can’t quit you. I’ll be back…just not quite yet.
Statement: I am just reading my book on my lunch break until someone comes along to talk to me about something more exciting, like the new Board of Education members.
I am reading my book on my lunch break because I finally wrestled New Moon away from my friend and I honestly can’t wait to find out how Jacob turns into a werewolf. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not proud of this. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. Perhaps it’s so you’ll shun me and I can read my tween romances in peace.
Statement: I don’t know how to spell ‘receive.’
I get the ‘i before e’ part, but the ‘except after c’ never looks right. I always spell it ‘recieve,’ which looks much better, right? Oh well, at least I’m not still pulling a Ramona Quimby and spelling relief ‘r-o-l-a-i-d-s.’
Statement: Ernie is one handsome Mutha Fudrucker.