This picture cracks me up. For some reason, this photo makes me imagine that the rest of my body should just be a long, skinny neck. Or that I should have the body of the weird flying dog-thing from the Neverending Story. Bryan took this shot on the Gray Line bus on the way back from a day long tour, which just so happened to be with a group of senior citizens from a retirement home.
At one point during the trip, we stopped for some huckleberry ice cream at a little cafe/gift shop. I was walking behind one of the elderly ladies when she let out a loud fart. I don’t think she heard it.
Bryan, while looking through a handful of change:
“Susan B. Anthony’s kind of hot with this bun.”
Despite the fact that I had a totally klutzy day and managed to get a bruise on my leg as a result of walking into a glass window–really walking right into it because I thought there wasn’t any glass there–I consider today’s events a success. This success called for five tiny cups of salsa and a chipotle pepper, as pictured above, from my favorite Mexican place.
The interview was nice and very laid back, though I doubted myself afterwards like I do after all interviews. This time I was wondering if maybe I felt too comfortable. I was thinking that maybe I shouldn’t have joked that what drew me to the ad was the free lunch on Fridays.
I have an interview tomorrow afternoon and it’s NOT for a bank teller position. This is good news despite the fact that it means I have to shower and get dressed before noon.
More than anything, I just hope this interview is not like the last interview I had. It went something like this:
Bank Branch Manager: Hi. I just got back from vacation and have just printed your resume, so I’m looking at it for the first time. Also, I’m using this handy 6-page interview guide for the first time.
[insert scene: Branch Manager reads directly from the page. I begin to answer and she immediately (and furiously!) begins writing my answer on the page. After I've finished talking, she continues to write for another 15 or so seconds. Eventually I start shortening my answers because this is just getting silly. She has no response to anything I say because she is too busy trying to write it down. "YMCA" is playing on the radio. When we're 3 pages in, I think about standing up and saying, "You know, I don't even want this job and this environment is awful. Sorry for wasting your time." But I don't; I think about whether or not my bus transfer will be expired by the time this is over and whether or not I'll have to pay fare to get home.]
Well, I just finished off that bag of chips. I even ate the excess flavored powder that had gathered at the bottom of the bag. I didn’t even try to bury the empty bag in the garbage can.
It’s too bad I showered and dressed today. Otherwise I’d declare myself The Most Glamourous Woman in Seattle.
I just ate nearly an entire bag of chips. This is why we almost never buy them. Anyway, I ate almost the whole bag today–and I don’t feel that guilty about it. I eat a lot; I’m past the point of feeling guilty about THAT. I feel guilty for hiding the bag so that Bryan won’t remember that we bought it yesterday and can’t say something about how shocked he is that so few chips are left.
Last night we were throwing wads of gauze at each other. I threw one with all the force and fury of my right arm. It was about as fierce as a wad of gauze flying through the air gets. It missed Bryan’s face and, instead, just made an unusual “schlooshmp” sort of noise. Neither of us saw where it went. We thought that maybe it went into this box we have sitting in the living room, so we dug through that for a minute. Nope.
It was at the bottom of the aquarium. Our fish, Fynn and Leonard, were not injured in the accident. But if they had been at least they had medical supplies.
After the Sounders game last night we were walking around Pioneer Square–past carpet shops and bars.
Bryan: …and then you have the whole aesthetic figured out.
Tina: It smells good out here.
Bryan: And the whole thing is appeased.
Tina: It smells like burgers.
“Where should the wine be from?”
“Trader Joe’s?”
“No, I mean what country.”
“Let’s just get something pink.”
I have no idea what channel this is or what show this is, but the opening credits just said: “Special Guest Star Boy George”
I’m sold. I’m watching it and I love tv again.
