Do you ever blog when you have 25 million other things to do. Yeah, me too.
Today I read a bunch of NattheFatRat's blog. I love it. She's so funny. And somehow I feel by reading that blog, I'm funnier.
A few things. (I'm not saying they're funny. Lower your expectations.)
Why does your foot "go to sleep" after you move it from that sitting-on-it-funky position? Why do they call it "go to sleep"? Or "pins and needles"? I feel like it would be hard to tell the difference between a pin poking you, and a needle poking you. Acupuncture must hurt.
Also, my mother in law is coming to stay with us in two days in our spare bedroom that's filled with crap and I have to write a big paper today. (That's why I'm blogging, obviously.) I hope she likes our green carpet!
Yesterday, we went to die Walmart. ("Die" means "the" in German. You actually say it more like "dee". I use it sometimes just for fun, because its one of the few German words I learned living in Germany. Pathetic I know. And also, sometimes I want Walmart to die.) Anyways, we drove into the parking lot, and who did we see? Our ups-door neighbors. They live above us, but their door is next to us. Ups-door. We don't know their names, we've just seen them a few times, and can sometimes hear their baby cry through the vent in our kitchen (?) or the ups-door woman doing her work-out video. (What if its actually the ups-door man?!) And then, when we walked in die Walmart, they were right in front of us. We were both paralyzed by awkwardness. We were both too chicken to say hi. I don't know their names?!? One time I could hear one of them peeing? Awkward. If they would have seen us, would they have said hi? Can they hear me pee?
Anyway, later when I was going to bed and turning off literally every light in the house, I thought our porch light was on. So I went up our little stairs, flicked the switch, and realized it was the ups-door neighbors light. I flicked ours back off. Not two seconds later, they turned the porch light off. Awkward? Do they think we're passive-aggressive porch light crazies? I don't know. But much more of this awkwardness and I'll never be able to muster up the courage to ask their names.
P.S. What if one day we all become the best of friends and ups-door lady goes back and stalks my blog like any best of friend would do and finds out that I can sometimes hear them pee? Why did I talk about peeing so much in this blog post? Okay now I'm really done.