Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Give Me Some Cheese

My dad always asks me if I want some cheese with my Whine. Yes. Please. Give it to me.

Here are my walls. Let me rephrase. Here is my lack of walls as I look into my wonderful neighbor's room. Oh, just the bottom 3rd. But you have no idea how much you like the bottom 3rd of your wall until it's gone. Then you wish you had showered it with kisses and let it know how much you loved it before it decided to pick up its skirts and walk out the door, carrying your heart away forever.

So, you, who take your bottom 3rd of a wall for granted, go home and tell it, "I know I don't say it very often, but you mean so much to me. You make my life complete. Without you, I don't know what I'd do."

Because, I'll tell you, what you do without the bottom 3rd of a wall. You whine. And you ask for cheese, and you look wistfully out the window hoping for its return.

The other thing I realize here. Fences don't make good neighbors, walls make good housemates. I suppose it could be worse. The middle third of my wall could have up and said, "ENOUGH!"

Fiddlesticks! Cheese and biscuits! Flotsam and Jetsam! BLURG! I HATE RAIN!
P.S. My super awesome sis-in-law and her awesome in-law family just got us into their condo at Turtle Bay until Dec. 31st. Wow. Although this won't be fixed by then, at least I can be in denial for a few more days.


Unknown said...

THAT Turtle Bay news is awesome!! Have fun! At least you'll have walls!!

Jesse said...

Not to interrupt a perfectly good whine, but it was a lot of work to take all that drywall off, and I can only imagine that the alternative would have been pretty unpleasant as well. Maybe we should've just done one side so as to let it air out more without completely eliminating all privacy. I want at least partial credit for insisting on leaving the bathroom wall in, although Jake was pretty emphatic about that as well.

Smiths said...

I am so so soooooo sorry about the "living" conditions there, but what I'm really sorry about is that I don't feel justified in complaining about the snow outside anymore. Grr. What kind of snow storm would it take to get us to the turtle bay condo? Guess I need to start counting my blessings.

Mariko said...

You are completely allowed to complain about snow. If I were there, I would be too. That's the great thing about complaining. It is allowed to be disproportionate to what is happening.

The Crash Test Dummy said...

Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness.

I'm sad about your incompleteness. It's so true about taking the bottom third for granted. I just went and kissed all my walls. Oh how horrible. What are you going to do?

I'm so sorry the bottom third broke your heart like that. I hope you don't have abandonment issues.