This entry was posted on 1/14/2006 11:55 AM and is filed under uncategorized.
First the good news y'all: Our grooming shop has been nominated for a 'Groomers of the year' award. No, this is not an award given by our employer to make us think (falsely) that we're valuable to the company. Never that. Hah. Where was I? Oh,yeah.
This award is being given by a little local magazine, which doesn't sound all that impressive until you realize that everyone in town glances through the thing. This is an honor. Not quite a Nobel Peace Prize, but since I'm rarely peaceful, hardly noble, and most certainly not a prize, I'll take what I can get.
Now for the surreal part: I cannot attend the awards ceremony as I have a previous obligation to attend dinner with my husband and our Congressman at the country club.
Now, there are couple of things wrong with that sentence. One: my datebook is rarely, well, booked. I usually spend my evenings with TiVo and the kids, chugging coffee like a fratboy at a kegger. People. I have no life. Seriously. It's a big time on the old town tonight if Pookie and I get a dinner out alone together once a month. See, hubby works in the evenings and I work days so that Short Round always has one of us with him and he doesn't have to go to daycare. When we are off at the same time, we spend time with our children, together. So,although the man would take me dancing every night if I asked, it's just not possible.
Consequently, we do not go to 'events' or 'affairs'; we're lucky if we make it to 'the grocery store' or 'the post office' in any given week. Have I laid the groundwork for how very much of a life I don't have? So having two rather signifigant social opportunities in the same year evening is really fucking surreal a bit weird.
Now we can move on the second thing wrong with the above sentence.
Let's recall: I cannot attend the awards ceremony as I have a previous obligation to attend dinner with my husband and our Congressman at the country club.
Congressman. Country club.
Y'all.
Country club? Yeah,I knew we had one but I have no idea where it is. Never been in a country club in my life. Don't know anyone who hangs at the CC.
Congressman? Yeah, I knew we had one but I have no idea who he is. Just kidding! Ha. Had ya fooled, didn't I? Of course, I know who my Congressman is. Sheesh. You guys.
My point? I do not have dinner with Congressmen at country clubs. Evah.
I have had dinner with bikers at a family reunion, though. It's probably exactly the same. Right?
One last thing, Internet. Should I bring a casserole or a dessert?
