this weekend was all about the unpacking. we bought a delightful desk-shelf-thingamabob at ikea and spent friday putting it together. (there is comedy monolog gold in the "putting together a piece of veneered-furniture from ikea is like your relationship put to the test"--thankfully we passed with flying colors.) i unpacked everything while s was at work friday night (which is how i like it--then i can put everything where i want it to go) and then saturday we did errands and sat around feeling smugly self-congratulatory about now living in the best apartment in brooklyn.
"really?" you say (you are fairly doubtful.) "see for yourself!" we say.
our pineapple-glazed living room.
the cubbies in all their glory.
the kitchen (i think i managed to crop out the dishes that need doing.)
once we've put away the laundry, i will post pictures of the bedroom (where the magic happens, says mtv cribs), and once we've got a cuter, less-moldy shower curtain, you might get to see our w.c.
saturday we took the path train to new jersey to meet up with the entire extended family of s, gathering to relax for a week in the hamptons (that's me, green with jealousy over there.) s had never been to new jersey, so we pretended we were on a grand adventure. mostly we talked about our jobs and new york city commutes and ate chinese food, but it was fun to see everyone.
all of this domesticity aside, what i really wanted to post about is this: i keep seeing hilarious t-shirts, and i want to share. last week, headed to the grocery store in the slope, i saw a guy waring a shirt that said (in multi-colored, bedazzled letters) "i'm stanky rich." not stinking, or filthy, or anything else i have ever heard before, but stanky. i am stanky rich. (i happen to find the word "stanky" hilarious, so maybe that's just me.) then today a girl got off the train in front of me with, pardon the indecency, the biggest chest i have ever seen. her shirt, stretched taut, said "don't hate me because i'm beautiful ..." and then something else i couldn't see. i thought to myself "wouldn't it be funny if it then said 'hate me because i have ginormous boobs'?" i turned around to look, thinking surely no legitimate clothing company could be as gauche as i, and there i read, in stretched ribbed-cotton letters, "don't hate me because i'm beautiful, hate me because i have huge boobs." then i almost walked into a pole, like the rubber-necker i am.
*apiaphobic, maybe? i should look that up.**
**apiphobia! (do i know my latin or do i know my latin!)***
***i do not in fact really know any latin.
3 comments:
This post cheered me up, and I'm in a pretty hormonally bad mood. Stanky rich. I'll remember that one. You know what else cheered me up? The comment you left me about Domino. I do, in fact, read Domino. I have read it since I picked up the very first premiere issue based soley on the cute cover, and decided to subscribe. It's the only magazine of which I keep all back issues. It made me feel tingly inside that you put me + Domino together like that.
it looks great! when's the housewarming??
t-minus two weeks to housewarming!
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