Another conversation I had Friday night.
A: How come you’re so handsome?
A: You’re so cute when you smile…
A: You’re such a sweet boy!
A: You’re such a good baby. Yes. Who’s a good baby? YOU are. Look at you – look at that big smile! Awww. You’re so precious. Yes you are.
Yup. That was the conversation I had with the 2 month old baby I was babysitting on Friday night. Ha. Did you think I was having a sad, one-sided conversation with a guy who had absolutely no interest in me? Of course not. I did that SATURDAY night. Oh no I didn’t. Ah ha ha! I crack myself up. Seriously, he was such a sweet baby. He didn’t fuss or cry or anything. I rocked him and held him until he fell asleep and then I laid on the couch, watching t.v. with him asleep on my chest until his parents got home. I was going to put him in his bed, but I just couldn’t. Babies are awesome.
Why do I have such expensive taste? I’ve been looking for a headboard for my bed. But I’ve run into two problems with that. The first is that all the beds that I like are over $1,000, which, unless I get a financial windfall in the near future, pretty much rules out my getting those beds. And second? I can’t decide what I want. I’ve always wanted a sleigh bed, but then there are a bunch of different styles of that. Do I want my room to have a Cape Cod-esque theme, thereby forsaking the sleigh bed? How do I feel about Mission furniture? Do I want dark wood? Cherry? Mahogany? No oak. I don’t like oak. Maybe I don’t get a headboard at all and create a sort of headboard LOOK using picture frames or something like that. Oh the decisions.
Sunday nights at the grocery store are a study in sociology. There are all the single girls over in the produce section, buying fruit and vegetables and things to make salads. There were no less than four of us, picking out avocados and apples and other delicious things that unfortunately, aren’t Oreos. What? We’ll be over in the ice cream section later where we’ll be picking out Ben & Jerry’s. I mean, sugar-free popsicles. Then there’s the obviously single guy in his sweat pants carrying ten Totino’s party pizzas. I’m not kidding. I laughed after he had gotten past me. There’s the couple arguing about salad dressing. They’ve obviously been together for a while. Then there’re the cutesy couples who still hold hands and compromise on what they’re going to buy. Precious. And of course, there’re the bag boys who are discussing the fact that they both got expelled from high school for upwards of seven months. Neat.
Anyway, hope everyone had a great weekend. Hopefully you have today off. I do not. I'm not bitter though. Nope. Not bitter at all, bitches. What? I meant have a lovely day.