the least enjoyable of the trilogy. the plot line got a bit too ridiculous and the dialog too much like this.
from the author: he pulls away first and gives me a wry smile “i knew you’d kiss me.”
“how?” i say. because i didn’t know myself.
“because i’m in pain,” he says. “that’s the only way i get your attention.”
as soon as i sealed the survey envelope it hit me. i am old. i never used to complete mail-in surveys on the highly unlikely chance of winning a $50 prize.
don’t know what i’m talking about – go watch requiem for a dream, its not the drugged up teens i’m identifying with any more.
left to her own devices these were the shoes logan planned on wearing to school today.
if you guessed – cardboard wrapped in decorative duct tape – you were correct.
we’re refinancing our house now because the rates have gotten so low we can convert our current thirty year mortgage to fifteen years for only a few dollars more a month.
in spite of spotless credit, no debts outside the mortgage and every other positive indicator that we merit a loan, the process has drug on for months.
if i had been on the fence before about who was most responsible for the mortgage crisis, the banks or the borrowers, i wouldn’t be after this experience…
ethan’s reaction to tasting froot loops cereal
ugh, these don’t taste natural
and while it sounded surprising at the time, on reflection its the only response that makes sense…
at the end of last year i made an extra principal mortgage payment to pay down my home loan.
the bank applied it twice.
i have tried repeatedly to get them to correct it.
today they told me the only way to fix it was to refund the second, erroneous payment to me.
after all the effort its taken me to correct their mistake and return their money – it took every bit of my best character not to respond, “thanks, you can deposit the funds directly in my checking account”
i was out running an errand and the rest of the family came home to find my sole piece of cake sitting on the counter.
ethan: can we have the cake?
logan: no, that is dad’s piece of cake
natalie: should we cut it in to thirds?
logan: no – it’s daddy’s
natalie: so, you want me to cut it in to fourths?
logan: no, we can’t have it, its daddy’s
at least there is one person in this family that has my back.
not quite as good as the first for a couple of reasons. first, too much romance for my taste and second, the ending has to be explained by a monologue which always makes me feel like the story either got away from the author or they reached the publisher’s desired word count and just wanted to wrap it up…
from the author: slowly i raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. i can only form one clear thought. this is no place for a girl on fire.
earlier in the week we heard that logan had wedding plans with a kindergarten boy in her class.
today we found out those plans have been cancelled because this boy likes to cut in line and logan will have none of that.
i’m encouraged to see the criteria building for her future mate.
i didn’t see or hear anything inappropriate from m.i.a. during the superbowl – thanks for making a big deal out of it… honestly, i didn’t even know who m.i.a. was before today, guess she wins that round.
who knew tom brady’s supermodel wife knew so much about football and that quarterbacks don’t both throw and catch the ball?
volkswagen again had the best commercial, but only because they reminded us of “the force” commercial from last year.