Anyway, we\u2019re home now. Sadly, my little Asus that couldn\u2019t is pretty\u00a0 much completely useless now, since the T and the 2 keys no longer work, at all. I wouldn\u2019t have thought that would have rendered it useless until I tried to type without a T. Holy crap, the letter T is basically in everything. It\u2019s the most irritating thing in the world to try and type a quick email and realize what\u2019s coming out is senseless gobbledygook so divorced from actual English that spellcheck can\u2019t even fix it for you. My solution at present is to hook up an old keyboard to my Asus, which is okay except that as it turns out, an 11.6\u2033 screen is actually really small when it\u2019s sitting 2 feet away from you to make room for the keyboard and your wrists.<\/p>\n
The first thing I noticed when we got home at 1 am on Sunday morning was that I never took our Easter wreath down. This is significantly less trashy than leaving Christmas lights up till July (or God\u00a0 help us, year-round) but it\u2019s still pretty trashy. I\u2019ve decided, though, that taking it down will only be an admission of guilt at this point, so I\u2019m on the lookout for a plaque with JPII\u2019s quote about how \u201cwe are an Easter people\u201d that I can hang below it. That way it will be like I did it on purpose because I\u2019m that holy,\u00a0<\/em>and I still won\u2019t have to actually take the wreath down and put it away. Ever.<\/p>\n The second thing I noticed was that our house smelled musty and gross, which I tried to rectify by lighting scented candles. This was a terrible idea, because the smells mingled to create some unholy offspring of olfactory funk. The third thing I noticed was that we had forgotten to take the trash out, which oddly did not seem to be contributing to the smell, but we had<\/em> helpfully left the lid to the trash can open. I cannot begin to remember the chain of events that contributed to this massive oversight, but like Scarlett O\u2019Hara, I swore right then and there, as God as my witness, I\u2019d never leave the trash lid open again.<\/p>\n The trash was crawling<\/em>. I\u2019m eternally grateful that it was not crawling with cockroaches or maggots, just these little weird tiny fruit-fly things. Still crawling though, and still disgusting. I closed the lid and the Ogre just picked the whole thing up and deposited it in the much larger trash can in the garage. And then I happily ordered the Simple Human trash can I\u2019ve been wanting for ages but could not justify buying when we had a perfectly adequate trash can that the lid only fell off of every other day.<\/p>\n It only took me a day and a half to get everything unpacked and put away, which I think is a new record and I felt like I had reached some new summit of responsible. To reward myself, I did absolutely nothing this morning except binge-read The Book of Life, <\/em>then to make up for it I had a solid hour of PRODUCTIVE PRODUCTIVITY, which I am now recovering from by\u00a0rambling pointlessly instead of blogging about actual things I\u2019ve been thinking about for the last month, like the intersection of traditional wedding vows with the Fifty Shades of Grey<\/em> phenomenon, or how hilariously execrable the movie Lucy<\/em> was, or why having pink hair might actually be making me a better person, or how Edel showed me just how much our online personas can be totally different, often unintentionally, from who we are in real life, and what that says about online interaction. Or how much I want a tattoo like Haley\u2019s<\/a>.<\/p>\n Speaking of Haley, I realized at Edel that I have literally no idea how to pronounce the word Michaelmas, and I was too embarrassed to ask anyone, so I just avoided saying it. I still have no idea how to pronounce it. This is both an English major fail and a convert fail. See, now I\u2019m back to rambling.\u00a0 Sorry. Here, Allie Brosh has helpfully written an apologia for this blog post, and my entire life. You may go read it now, and then continue on with your surely more coherent lives. I have to go furiously vacuum and fold laundry for 2 hours before frittering away the rest of the evening on facebook. Ah, my life. I missed you!<\/p>\n This is Why I\u2019ll Never be an Adult<\/strong><\/p>\n I have repeatedly discovered that it is important for me not to surpass my capacity for responsibility. \u00a0Over the years, this capacity has grown, but the results of exceeding it have not changed.<\/p>\n Normally, my capacity is exceeded gradually, through the accumulation of simple, daily tasks.<\/p>\n Le sigh. I always leave for Texas with the best of intentions\u2026I\u2019m going to blog every day, or every other day, or once a week at the very least. Naturally, none of this ever happens, which is sometimes okay because my time is otherwise occupied with family and friends, but it\u2019s sometimes not okay because […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1110,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[117,64,121],"class_list":["post-3544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-edel","tag-rambling","tag-texas-trip"],"yoast_head":"\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_D_Z-D2tzi14\/TBpWM3wxI1I\/AAAAAAAADFk\/6ROBYJkpuuQ\/s640\/responsibility1.png\")
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