So poor little 2 year-old Summer is sick with this gross stomach bug.
After a long night of throwing up and diarrhea (I know, I’m sorry), she woke up and demanded one thing.
For her nails to be painted blue.
I didn’t have any blue nail polish, so she settled for pink.
Hey, whatever helps that girl freshen up and feel better, is fine by me. I wonder if she’ll tweeze my eyebrows in return because that’s becoming a seriously pressing situation.
This weekend, I ignored my wild, furry eyebrows and instead focused on the Christmas tree.
Christmas trees after the holidays are so pathetic, aren’t they?
Those festive ornaments and lights just look so cheap and tawdry on January 1st. Honestly, they really start to lose their shine on the 26th but out of kindness and pity, we let them hang in there til January.
And I’m still bitter that tree never filled my apartment with the holiday scent of evergreen. I don’t know what went wrong. The 10 year-old sales girl Ava absolutely promised this type of tree was extremely fragrant.
Yet, another reason not to trust 10 year-olds.
Now what’s the re-sale value of my tree? Can I unload this thing for some cash?
Because when I was in Memphis, I saw this sign at a nursery…
2 days AFTER Christmas.
Maybe it’s like an early bird special for Christmas 2009. You know, get your holiday cards, wrapping and dried out Christmas tree with brittle branches – all 50% off.
Anyway, just so you know, my tree is out on the curb on 12th street. You can leave the money with my doorman.
If you fail to take advantage of this incredible opportunity, my tree will be recycled into mulch at the city’s MulchFest 2009. How fun and crazy does that sound? Before you head over, there’s no beer or music, just mulch. But maybe that’s your scene.
Speaking of recycling, the other day I was in-line behind one of my neighbors at the grocery store. Noticing all his plastic bags, I casually mentioned in a super friendly way, “Hey, you should get some reusable bags. ”
He nodded in agreement but I’m absolutely sure he was thinking, “Is that the know-it-all girl in my building who is actually trying to sell her Christmas tree?”
Anyway, I was feeling all environmentally smart and superior, until I realized that I left all my reusable bags at home. Being an environmentalist is completely exhausting.
mama bird notes:
If you live in the nyc area, click on drooling over this, to read my review of “Dear Edwina.” It’s a musical comedy for kids and adults. No… it’s not about dinosaurs.
And if you’ve enjoyed my tales of Dylan’s portable potty and our consistent trips to the Whole Foods bathroom, you must read the latest post from Bernthis. It’s hilarious. And exactly the kind of experience that just seems to only happen in this city.