So I had this dream last night that I flew a helicopter from Kansas City to St. Louis twice in one weekend.
Because I mean, WHO DOESN’T?
Also, I am feeling pretty famous these days. I always order the same thing when I go to Jimmy John’s, and there’s this girl at my local JJ’s who just starts making my sandwich almost before I even order it because she already knows what I want.
Then today, I grabbed lunch from a local deli. They ask for your name and then just call it out when your food is ready. The girl at the counter knew my name without me telling her and the lady who was calling names looked for me before she called my name (also, I think I should get free things from the deli because her name is Lucy too so we are name twins and if that doesn’t deserve a free Cherry Coke once in a while, I don’t know what does). I’ve pretty much fulfilled my lifelong dream at becoming a regular like Norm in Cheers (oh snap, outdated pop culture reference!).
I’m also happy to report that my packing woes have been resolved. And by “resolved,” I mean that I moved. Hallelujah, thank you Jesus. It took four hours to clean my apartment and our garage is full of all the things we can’t find room for in the house (when two girls – both with lots of stuff and things and trinkets and etc – move in together, a storage unit that some people might call a garage becomes a non-negotiable) but it. is. finished. I have a roommate, a living room that can comfortably seat more than one person at a time and a kitchen drawer that doesn’t open all the way because the previous previous owners remodeled the kitchen themselves and didn’t account for the door frame. Sillies. The house is funny and the light switch that you think should turn on the light in the living room really turns on the light outside, our bedroom doors won’t stay open without a doorstop and our deck isn’t attached to the house. It’s a quirky little abode but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Then also, there’s the whole roommate thing which I thought was going to MONUMENTAL and DIFFICULT and WHOA WHAT DID WE JUST DO after two years of living alone. And well, some moments have been like that. Two sinners living together means friction will happen. But I think for the most part, it’s been a healthy one… like sandpaper and iron sharpening iron. Most importantly, though, having a roommate means I feel less guilty about buying cookies so we can share them instead of me eating the whole bag a sleeve at a time. Saving money on rent and stuff is nice, but obviously, it’s all about the cookies.
So I wanted to close this post with a picture because a post without pictures is like Apple without Steve Jobs (moment of silence) but alas, I can’t find the picture I wanted to show you so I will just have to describe it. There’s a billboard I pass every day on my way to work. It’s a black and white photo of a 1950s0-1960s (?) guy wearing a suit, aviator sunglasses pulled down his nose. He’s looking off to the side like he’s checking a hot lady out and there’s just a caption next to him, in an amazing orange font, that says “hey girl, hey.” And I cannot tell you why it makes me smile every time but, it just dang does. So if someone could maybe find that print for me, that would be great and future husband, I hope you’re taking notes because I feel like that would be a fun idea to play with for proposal time or birthday gift time or oh hey, it’s Tuesday time. Also if your name could be Ryan Gosling, that would be fantastic, thanks.
(I kind of hope that last paragraph morphs into a fantastically weird dream tonight.)