Today was Jeremy Gustafson’s 25th birthday party. Two days ago, I also thought that today was supposed to bring freezing rain and seriously hazardous road conditions. Normally, that wouldn’t be a big deal, although there wouldn’t be as many guests at the party, but that doesn’t account for the last few years when his birthday has brought heavy snow, ice and pretty much everything but frozen gerbils falling from the sky. If that rain had come down tonight, we might have started wondering if God didn’t want Jeremy to celebrate his birthday anymore. Or maybe our eating at IHOP was enough of a punishment, I’m not sure.
There were also a few quotes worth sharing (there were a lot, really, but only a few that make sense without worrying about context):
“I stay out of trailer parks. That’s Cracker City.”
“It’s funny how talking about sterility can kill a conversation.”
“To pronounce the name ‘Marissa’, just pretend you’re a Chinese person saying ‘Melissa’.” (I’m probably going to Hell for that one, but it sounded really funny when I said it.)
The Chinese joke: wrong, but funny. And still a lot better than Asian jokes my cracker husband has told 😛
Also– a friend of mine turned 25 earlier this year, too. It was only when I started counting backwards that I realized I used to *babysit* for a kid who’s exactly the same age as her. Way to make me feel old!