White Chocolate Pound Cake
I promised this recipe to Slim, but I figured other people might like it.

This is my special nearly-homemade recipe.

1 box of white cake mix (something with extra moist stuff is good)
½ bag of white chocolate chips (about 6 ounces)
3 large eggs
1 cup of 1% milk
1 Tablespoon of vanilla
1 stick of melted margarine

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Butter and flour a bundt cake pan (I totally use the PAM with flour in the spray – it is like magic).

Melt your chips in a pan – be careful not to burn them. Stir until smooth and set aside to cool.

In a large bowl mix the eggs, vanilla, cake mix, milk, margarine – mix until smooth for about 3 minutes. Scrape the sides and add in the melted white chocolate.

Mix again (on high) until smooth – about 3 minutes.

Pour the mixture into the pan and bake for about 45 minutes. Let it cool and after 20 minutes remove from the bundt pan. You’ll get a giant, dense rich cake that is tasty. Top with cocoa powder, melted chocolate sauce or sliced fruit.

By: Alyssa | Thursday, September 29, 2005 at Thursday, September 29, 2005 | |

Wind: One
Today was very, very windy – freakishly so.

I was outside at lunch and actually had to grab hold of a woman’s hand to keep her from getting knocked down. I thought we’d have to form a human chain to cross the street – in fact I was about to suggest it when we decided to huddle together and cross as a mass instead.

Windy.

Then I got a voicemail message saying that the power was out at home and to call Deeps on his cell. I called and he said he was waiting for me at a nearby park to pick me up. We drove home and all the streets around us had power – and about half of our block had power. As best I could tell about a dozen houses were affected.

In the end, the wind was victorious – scoring one point on our aging power grid. I don’t know what kind of grid we’re on, but the schmancy condos up the block kept their power. The power failure was so spotty and weird that Deeps was convinced that I’d somehow trained the cat to trip all the fuses.

I don’t know where he’d get an idea like that – everyone knows I’m trying to teach the cat to speak English.

By: Alyssa | at Thursday, September 29, 2005 | |

Smartypants
I went shopping today.

After months of horrible pants drought I thought that the onset of Fall would mean that I could find some actual pants.

I was somewhat mistaken.

I found a few pairs – but I really had to hunt through the miles and miles of gauchos.

Gauchos?

Really? Is that what we’re going to get behind this year? Short pants that make you look unnecessarily wide or short or both? This is even more stupid than the poncho.

And paired with the cowboy boot – you’re just asking to be stomped on by the Fugly girls.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Gauchos.

Honestly.

By: Alyssa | Wednesday, September 28, 2005 at Wednesday, September 28, 2005 | |

The table is still eating my life
Just in case you were curious – but I think I’m at the end game: the final stages of clear coat.

In other news, we’re planning on housing more guests in a few weeks. And these guests are coming with a peanut.

I was – and still am – very excited about the visit and spending time with our friends and peanut. We’ve got the space, we’ve got a yard, we live close to the cool town center where people like to hang out (and by cool I mean – uhm…. There’s an ice cream place).

Then I saw the giant tarp in the middle of my living room and thought – we cannot let a kid in here. I have a giant collection of scary chemicals on the counter in the kitchen. And I just leave scissors around like an idiot.

Our bookshelves are not strapped to the wall. We have pointy objects. And a cat.

And stairs – so many stairs. So now I’m thinking we might need to take some evasive kid-proofing action. I’m just not so sure what.

I guess I’ll talk to Mr. Gus’s mom to get some advice. Deeps said we have lots of bubble wrap. And I think we can get a helmet for the cat.

By: Alyssa | at Wednesday, September 28, 2005 | |

The table that ate my weekend
We’ve talked about buying a new dining table for about… maybe a year. When we had a separate dining room it wasn’t such a big deal because the table was the only furniture in the dining room. Now that we have the swanky open plan living/dining room the table became a problem. It was the only piece with a light wood/paint finish in a room full of dark furniture and bright green walls.

Plus I hated it.

You may notice I’m using the past tense.

We went to a little antique store and the guy was having a sale. He had a walnut table and 5 chairs for about $240. I got him to throw in an extra chair to give us a complete (if somewhat mismatched) set of six. The table and chairs are structurally sound but the table top needed a little love. And the chairs needed to be recovered (they had orange fur seats). Recovering seats on chairs is very easy – you just need a screwdriver, some needle nosed pliers and a staple gun.

Refinishing the table top is less easy – although not as bad as you think. I would just say don’t do it when it is raining, when children or pets or well-meaning husbands are present.

So the table has eaten my weekend. Now it is drying and then I get to sand it again (I’m moving up from 100 to 220 grit!) and then I can get on the first and hopefully last coat of stain.

On the bright side, I sold our old table almost immediately on Craigslist. A nice couple came by on Sunday morning to pick it up about an hour before we picked up our “new” table. So in the end, the table only cost us about $100, a lot of sweat, a few tears, some ruined pants, 11 pairs of rubber gloves, four kinds of sandpaper and a blue streak of swearing.

I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

By: Alyssa | Tuesday, September 27, 2005 at Tuesday, September 27, 2005 | |

Put on your surprised face
Deeps: Why is there a pile of large branches in the backyard?
Me: I wanted to trim back the ugly shrub of doom.
Deeps: Okay but why are they piled in the yard?
Me: Well I was cutting and trimming and then I filled the first bag.
Deeps: Right.
Me: And it started to rain so I came inside and I watched Mr. Mom. And for the record, that movie has held up really well.
Deeps: We can't say the same for Michael Keaton.
Me: Then I took a nap.
Deeps: So you’ll clean that up tomorrow?
Me: Yes – I’ll need a bigger saw.
Deeps: How many saws does one woman need?
Me: When I figure it out, I will let you know.

By: Alyssa | Saturday, September 24, 2005 at Saturday, September 24, 2005 | |

TiFaux 1, VCR 0
Tuesday night is a very busy TV viewing night. Deeps dug a VCR out of the basement so that we could record Jason Lee’s new show (and the Office) at 9.

The TiFaux was taping Supernatural (his pick) and House (my pick) at 9 as well. We went out for a stroll with our friends. Bug bits aside, it was a lovely night and good conversation. We drank decaf, chatted about visiting family and wondered about whether or not all the electronic devices deployed at our house for taping things were holding up their end of the deal.

Not all of them were.

Last night Deeps tried to watch the tape in the VCR. It made a lot of very bad sounds: clicking, hissing, spinning (like an angry cockroach). He was puzzled. Then, while watching CSI (and really in the spirit of such shows everywhere) he performed an autopsy on the VCR.

It was dead and we weren’t sure what killed it, but we thought the hissing was probably a sign of something horrible. Despite dismantling the machine and fighting to get the tape out (it wouldn’t easily release it) which required a secondary autopsy of the video tape – we still don’t know what happened.

But the TiFaux never failed us. So the question I have is – should we call the cable company and get our second cable box converted to a TiFaux cable box?

If I did that – I could be the most powerful TV viewer…. on my block.

Or I could get Deeps to give up on the Supernatural show because, seriously, that show is stupid.

By: Alyssa | Friday, September 23, 2005 at Friday, September 23, 2005 | |

Please don’t crush the daisies
The house across the street is having a new roof put on (or so it appears).

They’re making a lot of noise, stuff is flying off and every once in a while I hear a yelp.

I’ve got the 9 and 1 dialed just in case someone flies off the roof.

I’m like William Shatner with better hair.

By: Alyssa | at Friday, September 23, 2005 | |

BTW
Deeps and I were standing on a street corner waiting for the light to change.

A guy – a dude really – walked by with a woman. We overheard him talking very rapidly. It was an extremely animated conversation.

“BTW,” he said.
“What?” the woman asked.
“That means by the way.”

Deeps started to laugh very quietly. I was less quiet and nearly shot fro yo out my nose.

The couple didn’t notice us as they blazed past.

“If I ever talk like that, please kill me,” I said.

“NP,” Deeps replied.

Yep, that’s grt.

By: Alyssa | Monday, September 19, 2005 at Monday, September 19, 2005 | |

Tom Sawyer
I’ve spent the past two Saturdays luring neighborhood men into doing yard work with me.

I’ll be honest, I don’t actually plan it that way. I’m lacking in that higher order of thinking in the early hours of a Saturday morning.

Two Saturdays ago I went out into the yard to trim back the bush that ate the shed. I knew the shrub needed to go – but I wasn’t sure I wanted to mess with it. Then Deeps wandered out because I was out. Then our condo neighbor showed up – and then I suggested we try to take the bush out.

No one was really interested. Then I got out the sawzall and casually said to my neighbor, “This is so fun. Want to give it a shot?”

The next thing I knew my neighbor started cutting down the giant bush with a mix of enjoyment and total glee. Demolition is fun!

This past Saturday I wandered out to inspect the remaining shrubs that offend my delicate sense of space and design. They are so big and ugly – I thought they were some kind of hideous tree. I grabbed the little tree saw and started cutting bits off.

Again the back door opens and Deeps comes out. He grabs a pair of gloves and pruners and starts breaking down the giant limbs. Then our neighbor down the block wandered by - he was on his way to the post office – to say hello. I was drilling holes in something. He was admiring my technique.

“Would you like to try?” I asked offering up my sassy orange drill.

Next thing I knew he was drilling like a madman and then he started using my tree saw on some branches. Between the three of us we got the job done in no time.

Our neighbor politely excused himself – I promised him a slice of cake later if he wanted. I think he was just trying to get away from me. He’d gotten wise to my tricks and clearly he was nervous about the possible appearance of Injun Joe.

By: Alyssa | at Monday, September 19, 2005 | |

I find it a little scary
Didn’t I write something on Friday? I swear I did. It was about – something hilarious and observational.

I know I wrote it. Dagnabit.

Well, whatever. TV started last week and starts in earnest this week. Last week we watched:
Supernatural (aka Super Dooper)
Bones
Threshold

Deeps didn’t like Bones – but I liked the banter. Plus, I’m a sucker for mysteries where no one really cares who dunnit or why. It’s like my beloved Inspector Sleepy mysteries that way – but the people are hotter.

He liked Supernatural but I found the pretty boys dull and Jared Padalecki’s hair is so weird it totally pulls me out of the whole “suspension of disbelief” thing and distracts me to no end. I can’t stop staring at his weird man flips. I had that haircut in 2000 and I wasn’t doing anyone any favors with.

As for Threshold – well, it’s spooky and freaky and dark and bleak. But I liked it. I just don’t know if I could watch it every week. It’s like last 3 episodes of the X-Files bleak. I liked the use of Peter Dinklage; however he’s kind of just like the random wise guy – which is never a good thing (as Deeps pointed out).

The real TV test comes tomorrow night when we’ve got 3 shows on simultaneously for two solid hours. Record 2 and watch 1 – we’ll see if that actually works.

By: Alyssa | at Monday, September 19, 2005 | |

Not seen in nature
I got my fall haircut and color last night. I had to schedule an emergency appointment because my hair lady is going on an extended maternity leave.

I asked to “get my layers back” and for more “soft layers around my face” and for “a color like 1 or 2 shades darker – like a dark auburn”.

I have bangs that are too short, some weird layers that aren’t that flattering and purple hair.

“It’s really dark,” my trainer remarked today as she really put me through the paces (oh God, the hurt).

A guy at my office was like – “your hair, its different” – which is true. Purple is pretty different.

My trainer said it looked more “burgundy” and I think it looks like black cherry soda. Either way, it’s not anywhere close to auburn. I look like a deranged Goth soccer mom.

So now I wash. And wash. And wash. In about a week it should be much more normal. The good and bad thing about red (dye) is that the molecular structure is such that it doesn’t adhere to the hair strand as well as other colors. At least, that’s what a colorist told me once. So I’ll wash and wash and after about 20 washes over the next 7 days I figure it will look less grape-apey and more autumnal auburn - and everyone knows how fast bangs grow.

For now I’ll reminisce about the last time my hair was this color – which I think was like… 1991 and I was going through a phase.

“It’s not a bad color,” my friend offered up later in the day. I think he felt bad about the purple comment.

“Of course not – but it’s just totally not natural in any way.”

He was heading off to a fancy event and asked if his tie was straight. I tried to smooth it out but his collar was a little off – which I mentioned. “Of course, I could be totally wrong too. I mean, you can’t take fashion advice too seriously from a woman with purple hair.”

By: Alyssa | Wednesday, September 14, 2005 at Wednesday, September 14, 2005 | |

What we have here is a failure to communicate
I’m blogging about this for posterity – but someone didn’t set the TiFaux to tape properly and maybe I missed some very important television show premieres.

Luckily, I have redundancies.

By: Alyssa | at Wednesday, September 14, 2005 | |

Like fingerprints
I would take a photograph to illustrate this story but a) my camera is not that great and b) someone might think I’m a terrorist or something.

So I ride public transportation every day - and each journey is fraught with hilarity or disaster. Or both.

Friday was one of those “both” instances.

I had noticed earlier in the week that someone (mysterious elves?) had been stripping and sanding the bulky benches at the T station at Alewife. On Friday as I strolled along the platform the shine of the finish caught my eye. It appeared as though fresh poly had been applied (rather sloppily) to the seats.

Several “wet paint” signs were posted right above the benches.

(I should note that these signs were up at the end of last week and were still posted today. I fully expect those signs to be there next Friday as well.)

Not all of my fellow passengers had taken heed of the signs. As I looked at the benches I noted that some of them had weird dull patches – where the poly had been wiped away. That’s when I realized that lots of people had been sitting in the wet polyurethane. All along the benches there are prints where people sat in the wet poly – some large, some small, some kid-sized.

There are butt prints everywhere.

By the time the guy near me sat down I started to say something – but it was too late. I mean, if he chooses to ignore many prominently placed “WET PAINT” signs he’s probably got bigger fish to fry.

And he needs to buy some new pants.

By: Alyssa | Monday, September 12, 2005 at Monday, September 12, 2005 | |

Dim Wit
We put a swanky dimmer switch in our bedroom for the overhead recessed lighting. Wow - what a difference.

In what can only be the most boring and predictable move ever, I want to put in those swanky dimmers in every room.

By: Alyssa | Sunday, September 11, 2005 at Sunday, September 11, 2005 | |

I call him tree killer
Where have I been? After my nearly successful run at the US OPEN (I lost in the 3rd round to some tall, thin woman) I needed a little time off for me.

Okay, I was busy with work stuff and my brain was soft and soupy by the time I got home.

Anyway, I’d recovered by Saturday morning. It was clear and cool – we were ready for anything. So we did a lot of work in the yard this weekend.

Apparently we didn’t get it all done last weekend. Deeps went climbing up on our ladder armed with a tree saw and started pruning. I’m going to get him some of those yardstick suspenders if he keeps this pace up.

We also rewired an electrical switch in our bedroom, did some magic dance to help kill all the crabgrass, cut down a giant bush that ate our garden shed, dug up the root system for the giant shrub, killed bugs, demo’d some old nasty things that were on the shed, sanded, scraped, and puttied the shed, scraped and painted the bulkhead doors (storm doors) to the basement and took naps.

Yay for naps.

The Lost Weekend!

Fifteen yard waste bags can't be wrong - we WORKED!


The bulkhead was nasty - and Deeps got his scrape on.


The shed - yeah, that big bush is in the way. Someone should probably cut it down.


Oh and now it is gone! Deeps and our neighbor went to town on it with the reciprocating saw. The yard looks better, but man, that shed looks bad. Can we put the bush back? No... Then I guess we're painting next weekend.


We dug up this nasty bush (see the big pink one - the flowers are dead and gone by April and it looks huge and hideous the rest of the time) last week. But I dug up this old picture to give a bit of perspective. The shrub was trying to eat our whole house.


And now, the new rhododendron looks good and is more in line with the other plants. Plus, we found a bonus rhododendron under the bush that at Detroit. Who knew? That's what happens when people landscape and leave stuff untouched for like 50 years. For the love of Santa, prune!

By: Alyssa | at Sunday, September 11, 2005 | |

It begins
A friend and I have been trying to coordinate a night where we could go on a double-date with our respective spouses. I suggested a delicious Thai place close to our new house.
He was pretty booked during July and August. I tried to pin him down today.

Me: So when do you want to do dinner?
Friend: After payday would be good. Maybe the week of the 19th?
I start doing mental calculations about what will be on TV.
Me: How’s the 19th?
Friend: What if we do the 20th?
Me: Hmm… That's a Tuesday?
Friend: Yep.
Me: Yeah - that’s a really busy TV night – I might have 3 shows on simultaneously.
Friend: Oh.
Me: I’m not committed yet – I haven’t figured out our full viewing schedule.
Friend: What if we do it the 21st?
Me: Oh that’s fine – I can TiFaux the premiere of LOST.
Friend: Oh is that the premiere?
Me: Yeah.
Friend: My girlfriend really likes LOST.
Me: Just tape it.
Friend: We don’t have TiFaux.
Me: What about a VCR?
Friend: It doesn’t actually record – it just plays.
Me: Uhm… why don’t you call me when you think we can have dinner.

I’m glad to know it isn’t just me.

By: Alyssa | Thursday, September 08, 2005 at Thursday, September 08, 2005 | |

The greatest love of all
I found my dad in the backyard early on Saturday. He was cutting up a big pile of brush that we inherited with the house.

“Did you have breakfast?”

“Yeah – I had some cake,” he replied.

And I fulfilled one of my father’s four food groups: cake (or pie), chocolate milk, OJ and bananas.

I’m happy to report we’re out of cake, chocolate milk and nearly all the bananas and OJ are gone.

We walked around the yard identifying issues and I asked a lot of questions. He and Slim gave me lots of ideas. And then it was time to go on the boat ride.

If you ever come to Boston, you should really try to get on the Duck Boat tour. (Unless you have a deadly allergy to puns.)



It’s a great way to see the city and you get to go into the water as well. Always a bonus.

Plus if you’re a kid-aged person there’s a good chance you’ll get to drive somewhere along the river.


Seeing Boston from the river as well as the streets can be impressive to locals and tourists alike.

After the trip, we returned home and grilled a few burgers then devised the plan of attack for the afternoon. It involved a trip to Lowes.

We took the scenic route and ended up at a jam-packed parking lot. Everyone had the same idea we did – get ready for fall. We loaded up the cart with bits and bobs for various projects we’d planned for.

Earlier I’d mentioned that we might like to take out an overgrown (and hideously ugly) bush from the front yard. It was so big I suggested we may need to use a chainsaw to cut it down.

We’d also found some downed limbs in the back that were too big to break up and would require cutting. I figured a chainsaw would handle those too.

“You don’t need a chainsaw for that stuff, you need something you’ll use more regularly,” he said. “You need a sawzall.”

Big Al broke it down for me – the sawzall (aka the reciprocating saw) will saw just about anything. And it’s not as big and unwieldy as a chainsaw, plus you’ll be more likely to use it for demolition and construction as well as yard work.

I was in.

And so was Big Al – because he didn’t end up with any boy children, he’s very excited if any of his girl children take an interest in tools. I’m not sure if he knows I could spend hours in the hardware department.

He and Slim graciously offered (okay forced) to buy the saw for us as a housewarming gift. We accepted and got a great saw – along with a few other items – and headed back home.

We regrouped and quickly split up. Slim did a massive clean up of all the little weeds in the front of the house that had sprouted up along the sidewalk and driveway cracks.

Big Al started breaking down more brush and Deeps was up on a ladder with pruners while I held the ladder – apparently we’re going to have to buy some tree-trimming devices.



Hours later we made progress. And we worked all day Sunday before they flew home to finish up. I sort of expected the work to be over when our “helpers” and chief motivators were gone. It didn’t end until sometime after 6 today.



We found plants we never knew we had including hydrangeas and rose bushes. The trees have been somewhat tamed, we cleaned out the shed and cleared out the basement.

We'd made a giant dent in the necessary yard work (to the tune of about 12 giant lawn bags) and of course we’re the proud owners of one giant stump.

In conclusion – cake is tasty, boat rides are fun, yard work unites us and we all hated that ugly shrub equally. Oh and we all agree the sawzall is the greatest tool in are homeowner arsenal.

Until we get a pneumatic nailer.

It was a very good visit.

By: Alyssa | Monday, September 05, 2005 at Monday, September 05, 2005 | |

Happy Birthday to the Jolly Green Giant
Remember when we were seniors in college and those creepy kids down the street called you the Jolly Green Giant and then ran away?

I barely do – but you were really, really mad. And went stopping over there in your Doc Martens and threatened them? That was good stuff.

Happy freaking birthday.

I don’t think you ever held my hair when I was sick (due to some weird miracle of metabolism, I never had a hangover until after I turned 25) – but I’m pretty sure you did keep me alive during that month in our junior year when I had the flu/plague/ebola. Thanks for making me drink some juice! I think it worked.

After all the boys and classes and grades and wacko (seriously – nutty) roommates and frakouts and parties and adventures and now, years – you’ve been a great and wonderful friend. Now you’re all growed up with gorgeous kids, a dreamy husband and a beautiful house. (Even if I have to get my passport stamped when I visit – I’m kidding. It’s not that far away…)

That’s probably the Tylenol PM talking – but I mean it. Except for the mean parts.

Now I have to go to sleep. Because I’m old and my knee hurts and I totally lifted with my leg and not with my back. I’m sure you do the same thing.

Happy Birthday.

By: Alyssa | Sunday, September 04, 2005 at Sunday, September 04, 2005 | |

Confidential to Cuddles
I didn’t make my parents do any work – they wanted to work in the yard.

In fact, this is what I saw when I got up early Saturday (and Sunday) morning.

That’s my dad – he’s cutting brush from the yard. He broke into our tool shed, dug around and comandeered my pruners. He also made friends with our across-the-driveway neighbor and talked the guy into loaning us some power hedge trimmers.

My yard used to be a total sty. Now it is only half a sty (we still have four large shrubs to remove).

Oh and they drafted up a landscape plan that is very much in line with what I’d already hoped to devise. Thanks for visiting!

We did a lot of work in the yard and I’m seeing lots of improvements. After we dropped the parents off at the airport we went home to dig a hole and remove an old stump.

The Hole



The Stump

We’re exhausted and I’m going to pass out – yes at 8:47 PM. So what? I worked hard today and sweated through two different shirts with bleach stains on them. God the smell.

Tomorrow, Internets, I’ll share more photos, stories about the Duck Boat tour and about the greatest housewarming gift a girl (and her husband) could ever receive.

By: Alyssa | at Sunday, September 04, 2005 | |

You can fool some of the people some of the time
My friend from LA called earlier this week.

“I just read your blog,” she said.

“And…?” I asked.

Em only mentions the blog when she has something to share about it. Like the time she mentioned that Shannon Freeman from Designed to Sell googled herself and found me. And wondered if I was like a stalker or something – then she figured out that we attended the same wedding together.

I was expecting something along those lines.

“Are you really going to make your parents dig holes in the yard?”

Labels: 2005

By: Alyssa | Friday, September 02, 2005 at Friday, September 02, 2005 | |

I knew you were coming so I baked a cake
My parents arrive in a few hours. They are excited. I am excited. Deeps is excited – even the Poopus has an extra twitch in her tail.

That may be because we vacuumed her favorite rug. God does she love a good rug. I was kidding.

The guest room is ready. I’ve inflated the bed – look it isn’t as bad as you think.



We had to give away some stuff to make room for an actual guest room – that was sad. I gave away my favorite dresser. It holds approximately 3 millions items of clothing.

Now I have tiny dresser. I should note that Deeps has both giant dresser and giant closet. Oh and he commandeered the tiny closet on the first floor for his shoe collection.

Sometimes I hate him a little.

By: Alyssa | at Friday, September 02, 2005 | |

Confidential to John
Apparently I'm semi-famous for having a giant PDF of Weight Watcher's crockpot recipes. I had no idea until someone emailed me asking for them. I did a little reverse searching and discovered a lot of people had been asking me for them - but I didn't know!

John emailed me and said nice things about the blog, so I rolled over like a Labrador and handed over the PDF.

For the rest of you - please enjoy. It is almost crockpot season.

By the way, I don't know if these work or if they're good - I only used a couple, but hey - enjoy.

By: Alyssa | at Friday, September 02, 2005 | |

Overheard at the Target
This is the time of year when – approximately – 600,000 students roll into the greater Boston metro-area to return to school.

They all go to Target when they get here.

I really needed like 35 things from Target. I held out as long as I could – but when the toilet paper is down to the last spare roll and you have four toilets…. Well a woman must pick her battles.

Target was totally bombed out and there were lots of kids and carts and hovering moms. This is what I overheard.

Cute southern girl yells down the aisle to her mother.
“Momma, I think this is where it mighta, oughta been.” Her mother didn’t hear her and the girl yelled it again, so I could really get it burned into my brain. Delicious.

Dude in the laundry aisle with me.
“Dude, this does 39 loads – that’s a whole year. Score.” I tried so hard not to laugh – I had to leave the aisle.

Guy to girl (roommate?) with mother tagging along.
Guy: “We need to buy some sponges.”
Girl: “Please do not pretend you know how to use them just because your mother is here.”
Mom snorted with laughter.

And it’s only Wednesday. I can’t even imagine what it will be like on Sunday afternoon when the big busses full of students pulls in.

By: Alyssa | Thursday, September 01, 2005 at Thursday, September 01, 2005 | |