Mornings at the Mabin House
I got an email a few weeks ago from a guy I used to be friends with in high school. I haven't talked to him in 10 years, and it was kind of neat to hear from him. I sent him my yahoo ID so we could chat sometime.. and this morning while I was scanning things and getting ready for bed, he messaged me.
About the time that he messaged me, all hell broke loose in my house.
Interjection - he's currently stationed in South Korea in the air force and he's a jet/plane/something-that-flies-mechanic. It was 10:30 at night there.
So we're just starting this nice conversation, and Zion comes running in, naked of course, and crash-lands in my lap, spewing chewed M&M's (who feeds this kid M&M's at 8am?!?) all over my lap and shirt, knocking the scanner off the shelf in the process. Rufus, my FAVORITE dog (can you read the sarcasm here?) follows Zion, at roughly the same speed, and slams full-tilt into my scrapping table, knocking several pictures and some cat's eye inkpads off of it. Zion tries to climb ONTO the table, because this looks like a really exciting roller coaster ride, and he does so by way of my head and shoulders.
WHILE this was all going on, Mike had apparently become bored with his OWN magazines in the bathroom, and picked up some scrapbooking ones. I'm struggling to keep Zion from launching himself out of the second story window from the top of my scrapbooking table, talk to Greg, corral Rufus and get him OUT of the scrapbooking room, and this is what I hear from the bathroom:
"Hey, don't you have some of this grey paper? You know, this paper really isn't very grey.. in fact, there's no grey in it at all. How come it's called grey paper?" (I assume he's referring to Basic Grey)
And then...
"Oh, this Renee chick has some really cool pages.. do you know her? Renee (some-last-name-I've-never-heard-of). Really good stuff. You should - what do you call that? Scrap-stealing or something? You should do that to her." (What, am I supposed to personally be acquainted with everyone who ever gets published in a random scrapbooking magazine because I work at a scrapbooking store now?!?)
I told him that I pay good money for his Playboy subscription for a reason.
About the time that he messaged me, all hell broke loose in my house.
Interjection - he's currently stationed in South Korea in the air force and he's a jet/plane/something-that-flies-mechanic. It was 10:30 at night there.
So we're just starting this nice conversation, and Zion comes running in, naked of course, and crash-lands in my lap, spewing chewed M&M's (who feeds this kid M&M's at 8am?!?) all over my lap and shirt, knocking the scanner off the shelf in the process. Rufus, my FAVORITE dog (can you read the sarcasm here?) follows Zion, at roughly the same speed, and slams full-tilt into my scrapping table, knocking several pictures and some cat's eye inkpads off of it. Zion tries to climb ONTO the table, because this looks like a really exciting roller coaster ride, and he does so by way of my head and shoulders.
WHILE this was all going on, Mike had apparently become bored with his OWN magazines in the bathroom, and picked up some scrapbooking ones. I'm struggling to keep Zion from launching himself out of the second story window from the top of my scrapbooking table, talk to Greg, corral Rufus and get him OUT of the scrapbooking room, and this is what I hear from the bathroom:
"Hey, don't you have some of this grey paper? You know, this paper really isn't very grey.. in fact, there's no grey in it at all. How come it's called grey paper?" (I assume he's referring to Basic Grey)
And then...
"Oh, this Renee chick has some really cool pages.. do you know her? Renee (some-last-name-I've-never-heard-of). Really good stuff. You should - what do you call that? Scrap-stealing or something? You should do that to her." (What, am I supposed to personally be acquainted with everyone who ever gets published in a random scrapbooking magazine because I work at a scrapbooking store now?!?)
I told him that I pay good money for his Playboy subscription for a reason.
posted by SevenHappyScrappers at 8:13 PM
6 Comments:
So Funny! I could picture it all in my head as it was happening! :)
Sara that is so damn funny! I can totally picture your morning well except for Mike in the bathroom!! hehe :)
Corey also reads my scrap magazines. I think that is so cute! Corey and I were laughing so hard at your blog entry!!
That is a funny funny story! I can't imagine Schaun ever being so desperate for a magazine that he would read a scrapbook one. I'm still laughing at this!
You make me giggle :)
Betting that was Renee Camacho ... and, no, I don't know her either!
LOL at him looking through the mag and making comments, while on the pot. Men!
And - did you ever finish your IM with your friend?
rotflmao
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