Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag

by jen on March 14, 2007

Today The Boy and I had to spend all day at his apartment waiting for UPS to get off its collective brown ass and deliver him a laptop bag. This was extra vexing because today was the day we had planned to go get a bamboo steamer so we could try to recreate The Best Dumplings Ever. NOTHING comes between me and my pork burps, man, NOTHING!

This also meant I missed flamenco with Gloria this evening. Which is risky, very risky, my friends. I cannot flamenco. It took everything in me to return for week #2. Actually, I never would have gone back at all if I hadn’t opened my big mouth. Right afterwards, on some kind of golpe-fueled, post-CRYING BECAUSE OF FLAMENCO CLASS high, I made the mistake of saying (out loud): “You know what. That sucked. But I usually quit at anything I suck at. I’m going to stick this out!” You try turning yellow without looking like a big ole douche after that. I’m just hoping my sense of moral obligation hasn’t worn off next week.

In any case, 7 hours after scheduled delivery, his laptop case arrived and we high-tailed it back to my place to see whether Fred & Ethel had survived a full 14 hours without food (they had, but they have not left our sides since we got back). We’re driving along and The Boy says, “You know what I love? I love that we haven’t even gotten to your place yet and already my bag has some cat hair on it.”

You know what I love? That his bag has cat hair on it already and he just thinks it’s funny.

Dagny March 15, 2007 at 5:50 am

That’s cute. And a good thing because you cannot escape the cat hair.

Crystal March 15, 2007 at 9:36 am

He’s a keeper.

Librarian Girl March 15, 2007 at 11:06 am

I think you should cry DURING the flamenco class. Just think how dramatic it would be. And flamenco is dramatic, right? Stomp, stomp, clap, clap, sob, sob.

SusannahS March 15, 2007 at 7:11 pm

That is so sweet!

I got sucked into the world of ballroom dancing last year and even thought I hated the people in the group, I stuck with if for months. Finally I realized it was realy silly to keep doing something I dreaded. I stuck with it long enough to know that I do love ballroom dancing but I don’t love the members of the local association. Good luck with the flamenco…isn’t that one of the dances where you can carry a red rose as an accessory?

Shepherd Chik March 20, 2007 at 5:39 pm

He is definitely a keeper!

Rhonda March 23, 2007 at 4:13 pm

I loved this one. That last comment had me falling out of my chair on a Friday night. Bless you, him, Fred and Eth.

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