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Friday, January 11, 2008

First Date

Just in case you weren't already convinced of my utter dork-osity...

This morning, I had a first date. I was nervous, as is to be expected. Before going to bed, I picked up the living room, made sure the kitchen was decent and just generally cleaned. Last night, I set my alarm so I would wake up early enough to shower and fix my hair. And I had my outfit all picked out. Running late (as usual), I opted to skip breakfast in favor of putting on make up, then hustled the kids through toast and into their clothes.

Are you confused yet?


See, this was a first date, yes. A first Play Date. Da Boo made a new friend at preschool and wanted her to come over and play. I suggested a before-preschool time and it was all set. But her mother would be dropping her off! This was a chance for me to talk to another adult during the day who wasn't trying to sell me another magazine subscription. Because I am a high-ranking goober, it's hard to make new friends from "scratch," as it were. Most people kinda have to get used to me...I am like stinky cheese. No one likes stinky cheese at first because it...well, stinks! But eventually, you spend enough time around the stinky cheese (hallways at church, neighborhood park, etc.) and it starts to not have such a bad smell. Maybe you even try a little bit on your toast one morning or perhaps crumbled into a salad with dinner. You discover you actually like stinky cheese! Stinky cheese is highly entertaining in small groups. So I am definitely stinky cheese.

This poor new mom did not have the chance to get used to my dorkhood smell yet. She arrived in a professional outfit (put my Old Navy top to shame), hair perfectly coiffed and smiling without the help of caffeine. I wasted no time in making a fool of myself and spouting awkward sentences. Nothing like a big ol' bite of straight Limburger cheese to start your day! The mother left after several minutes (not that I blame her...especially after my gallbladder comment) but her daughter stayed. We had a lovely tea party.

10 comments:

Debi said...

Jessica!! You are NOT stinky cheese!! You shouldn't even THINK like that!! You have always been a lovely young lady and now you are a great mother in every way. No one in the community or at church or the parents of the kids your kids will play with needs to get used to you!! I hope you are just jokingly poking fun at yourself for fun.... and don't really feel that way. If you do, I need to sit you down and give you a good pep talk!

Kristie said...

Definitely have to agree that you are not stinky cheese!!! Thanks for the cheese link though....I had no idea how that cheese was made! :) I think you are TOTALLY awesome and just wish that we lived closer so that we could have play dates all the time!!!!!!!

Emily said...

stinky cheese *snicker*

Amanda said...

LOL! I hope you are 100% joking too! That mom obviously had to get back to her very important job!

Heather said...

I like cheese.

Emma said...

I liked you from the very beginning. Lucky me!!!!

Jessica G. said...

Hey, I'm not saying stinky cheese is a bad thing...just that it takes some getting used to in most cases.
And Debi & Krisie, you have both known me for years and years so OBVIOUSLY you are used to me and could possibly be addicted. :)

Debi said...

Definitely addicted :) :) :) You're the best!!

The Ward Family said...

Funny post. I especially liked your comment about your Old Navy top. By the way, Suzanne was at Old Navy a couple of times today because of their HUGE sale.

Amber said...

FWIW I like stinky cheeses... well, some of them at least.

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