girlfiend

I cooked penne in Alfredo sauce with spinach, broccoli and chicken for my dad’s birthday last night. Boyfiend bought an amazing flourless chocolate cake from Whole Foods and my dad seemed to enjoy himself. Except for the parts where my mother accused him of being mean to her. Mean? Please. She’s still living with him. I can’t even imagine what it’s like for him. Living with her. Again. People kept asking if I think they’re sleeping together. At first I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to think about it, but I couldn’t discount it entirely. But after last night, I know they’re not. On the way out he hugged me and whispered, “Help me. Help me. Help me.”

I’m not sure why, but typing that just reminded me of that old episode of Ren and Stimpy. The one where they were rubber nipple salesmen and they knocked on someone’s door. In the background was a walrus who croaked, “Call the police.” That show cracked me up.

Today after lunch I had to find some files in the book room. I had to dig through files from 1992 to unearth last year’s reading evaluations. Frustrated I started to organize files alphabetically by year. After half an hour of sneezing in that dirty, dusty room I decided to take a break.

My break turned into two hours of messing with our online wedding registry. Right now we have a wedding site, a band, and a photographer. We’re going to order invitations tomorrow and we have a ‘details meeting’ in a few weeks to choose our menu. The only big things missing are flowers, a honeymoon, and someone to marry us- preferably a rabbi. I’m sure if I were to look at one of those bride book checklists I’d panic, but right now I feel like everything is coming together.

I wanted to write about some of the other stuff. Ann can’t come to the wedding which is incredibly sad, and there’s a weird silence with another friend, but I’m too sad to write about it tonight. Maybe tomorrow.