Today is my 13th wedding anniversary. I am not griping about that; I am quite happy, actually. Scott and I have weathered a lot together, including passive aggression (working on it!), biting straws, obsessing about bookmarks, deaths in the family, a big move, financial mayhem, the Son, too many paperbacks (not working on it!) and the inability to remember anything from one week to the next.
No, what’s bugging me? Three things:
Last Saturday, I was dressed all fancy at this wedding. I was sitting and noticed a friend talking with another wedding guest, and they were quite obviously talking about me. I thought, because I’m all vain like that, that the wedding guest was saying I looked nice, or pretty, or whatever. Only hours later did I learn that he was actually telling my friend I looked like Sarah Palin, no compliment intended. I was crushed.
Today at the post office I picked a package up and handed my license–which is 13 years old (I got it when I changed my name)–to the clerk. “Oh, is this your daughter’s package?” she asked, looking at the photo. My face must have dropped, because she quickly amended it with, “Oh, I see, you cut your hair.” And apparently got a lot FREAKING OLDER LOOKING.
And the last, non-appearance related gripe is this: Last night, the Spouse and I drank beers and watched Superbad, which was ribald, raunchy and oddly sweet. Plus the script is amazing. But at the end, AFTER HE’S SMOKED CIGARETTES, one of the characters whips out an asthma inhaler and takes a hit. Oh, ha, ha. Very funny. The nerdy guy with glasses MUST ALSO HAVE ASTHMA, let’s get the point across so heavy it’s like being struck on the nose. Totally out-of-place, merely there to be another accent to his total nerddom. If he really had asthma, he would’ve used it earlier in the evening. Why did he need it at that particular time? He didn’t show signs of an attack; it was just movie business that was unnecessary. That really bothered me. Like, really bothered me. Other than that, I liked the movie.
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Whenever I hear of inhalers (especially in movies), I think of that Coen movie with Clooney and Zeta-Jones when the bad guy goes to use his uinhaler and then accidentally puts the gun in his nose instead. It doesn’t sound funny, but in the movie it was hysterical (no, really).
People used to tell me that I look like that actress Kristy MacNichol or with a name similar to that. I guess I just look like myself.
Happy Anniversary!
Let me say it officially: YOU DO NOT LOOK LIKE SARAH PALIN.
For the love of -
In my younger days I was a travel agent, and we had to wear uniforms. These ugly, ill-fitting polyester tops. I guess mine fit particularly badly, because one day a customer said to me, “When are you due?”
It happens…
Happy Anniversary! Lucky 13. That Rocks.
1. You are much more a hot Tina Fay than a Sarah Palin. So get over that one. People are crazy. Besides with her t’s just all in the glasses. Although you could take the VP job with your qualifications.
2. The age thing? Please. You can dance you butt off have a rocking body and what did the clerk look like?
3. I hate stupid crap that throw movies off.
This must be the week for being told you look like a politician (perhaps the next “talk like a pirate” annual event). I got email from a friend telling me she thought I looked like Sen. Amy Klobuchar, D-Minn. (thank God for the “D”). I did a Google image search and I gotta say… http://images.publicradio.org/content/2006/10/24/20061024_klobuchar_2.jpg