I had a Tupperware party yesterday. Wait, it gets worse! I bought stuff … and my friends bought stuff … and I got lots of free loot out of it … and I’m STOKED about all this! Yeah. Me. Tupperware party host, Tupperware purchaser and excited recipient of free Tupperware. What happened to me?
This is on top of the fact that, about 18 months ago, I was over the moon to be buying a Dyson vacuum cleaner. Yeah, you read that right … I was counting the days till it got delivered (it was part of a largish appliance purchase). I almost posted photos of it on Facebook next to the photos of my kids. Pathetic? You bet.
Even my music taste is changing. For example, I now LOVE Ben Folds. Who would have guessed? When Ben Folds Five first made it big when I was in highschool, I thought they were “meh.” I kind of chalked them up as “old people’s music” and couldn’t figure out why they were so popular. Now? Now I know the error of my ways. Can you get a cooler song than Rocking the Suburbs? Like, really?
Oh, and I read romance novels. In my defense, I refuse to read those shithole Fabio-on-the-cover, bodice ripping, ridiculous tomes of throbbing members and fainting damsels. I read Paranormal Romance … otherwise known as Vampire Smut. But, yeah, despite the very significant differences there, I know it’s still sad. I know it’s badly written crap but it’s *fun* badly written crap and after a day of chasing kids all over the place, settling down to some thinking optional brain candy with vampires and smut (don’t forget the smut … it’s very important) is a good way to relax.
I am old. Old and boring. I am an old, boring housewife who reads smut and buys Tupperware. Sigh. Seriously, though, if I ever EVER purchase a minivan or an SUV that’s not used for, you know, sports utility stuff and apply one of those awful “Mum’s Taxi” (or “Mom’s Taxi” depending on the country) signs to it … SHOOT ME DEAD. Please. thnxbai
Ben Folds is not a sign of “old.” I’ve loved Ben Folds since college, when I loved a boy who loved Ben Folds, and a=b and b=c, and even when a no longer equaled b, through some mystical application of algebra on Real Life Events, a still equaled c.
The rest of that stuff…yeah, maybe you’re old. ;*)
Ben Folds is a me-specific sign of “old” considering my initial reaction to his popularity back in the day. 🙂
And, hey … wait till YOU get excited about free Tupperware!
Hey! I get excited about free plasticware! Of course that’s because when I buy it it’s full of tasty noodles 😉
Tupperware *check* (I had a party on Tuesday night), Dyson excitement *check*, Ben Folds – no idea who that is, think he was after my time ;-), minivan…ummm…we’re picking up our second one this afternoon BUT, it will never, ever, have a Mum’s Taxi sticker and it will be chock full to the brim with reenactment gear multiple times a year – does that count as a justification?
I own a Kirby (blows Dyson out of the water, booyah!), and read DOCTOR WHO smut. So, right there with you. Including the pleas for pity-murder if I ever have one of those signs on my car.
Though I might succumb to the mini SUV.
It depends on what’s available when we get our new car. Hoping for a station wagon, but we need something for our poor dog to ride in too (thus not a sedan), and that we can, y’know, afford. Urgh.
I snub Tupperware parties, though. Plastic containers? So last decade. 😉
Nothing blows Dyson out of the water! *pats her Dyson soothingly* “It’s ok, honey, she didn’t mean it”
Love your blog/Twitter; I’d be in Australia instead of England if I could (I’m American).
But for music… have you hear the Amanda Palmer solo CD that Ben Folds produced? It’s amazing.
And love the dreads. Wish my day job would allow me to be so bold.