Manic-Monday Blogarrhea

- Are we done with low-rise jeans, yet? I am not opposed to trends, and while standing, I agree that low-rise jeans are quite flattering on some. However, I swear to you, if I see one more butt-crack… (I haven’t really taken the time to complete that threat).

- I feel like there comes a time in every woman’s life where they need to make an important decision, are you a Luke Wilson girl, or an Owen Wilson girl – you can’t be both. I am a Luke Wilson girl.

- My husband went to Target yesterday and only spent $8. WHAT? How did he do that? More rather, what is wrong with me that I could NEVER do that. One time, about a decade ago, I went to Target to get light bulbs, and when I left the store I had just light bulbs. I called my mom. I’m serious. It was a historical moment, and will likely not repeat.

- I think “duties” is one of the funniest words in the English language. I am 33 years old, but I recognize that this makes me more like a 5 year-old boy. When someone talks to me about their “duties,” I lose it. I feel similarly when people talk about “googling” themselves. I hope to mature someday.

- It was reported the other day that a contra banned cell phone was found under Charles Manson’s mattress in prison. He is 76 years old. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that when he was put in prison in the 70s, there was no such thing as a cell phone. There wasn’t even touch-tone! I hope that flying cars aren’t invented anytime soon, because those would be a little more cumbersome to hide under a mattress.

- Mark Zuckerberg makes me feel like an utter failure. To be fair, so does Tara Lapinski (but that reference is so pre Y2K).

- This morning a terror unlike any before fell upon the Lindstrom home, when at 6:45, the 4 year-old came into our bedroom and asked to go see what St. Nicholas left in his shoe. It’s times like these that I am happy that I squirrel things away from the dollar section at Target. Crisis averted, belief suspended.