This week:
I met Buster Posey and Ryan Vogelsong, thanks to the Entertainment Software Rating Board. You know, the people who help you figure out whether or not that game your son is begging for has excessive violence or scantily clad women. Speaking of which, Costco had a bunch of DC Comic and Avenger encyclopedia books where I really got a good look at the women they draw and wonder how our kids will survive growing up exposed to nerd fantasy girl drawings and Cosmo. Barbie looks innocent in comparison. Back to Buster, it was unclear if we could ask for autographs or not, so I was sticking with the conservative camp while others asked, but then I went for it, because I knew how much my kids would love it. Buster Posey was incredibly kind and signed a magazine for each of them while I drowned in Catholic guilt over breaking the rules. I didn't ask Ryan Vogelsong for his autograph because I figured that breaking the rules twice was especially bad. I have some standards, however low.
Our kitchen tile arrived! In five heavy boxes that the UPS man carried to our front door, even though I need them in the garage. I wasn't home and I felt awful for the extra lifting he had to do, yet Kevin pointed out that I felt no guilt over making my husband carry them back down to the garage at street level. This is because Kevin will get the heartwarming enjoyment of looking at the beautiful tiles painstakingly researched and lovingly selected by his wife. He should be thanking me.
I had my first awkward construction moment when our builder showed up early, before I was dressed. He was outside of the house, next to my bedroom, but it was a reminder that our house is insulated with laundry lint because it sounded like he was in the room. I jumped and threw on my clothes. The countdown to the end of our privacy has begun.
I got my arm hair lasered off. TMI? When my dermatologist offered a Groupon, it seemed like the universe was sending me a loud message and I took it. I was admonished for having a tan, an unmistakable farmer's tan from baseball watching, and was told to stop allowing my arms to tan this summer. Look for me at softball, baseball, and at the beach with leg warmers on my arms.
