Can we talk about guilty pleasures?
Guys, I don’t think I have any! Is this sad? Reason I ask is, the other day my friend Trisha texted me about some song she loves and how it was a guilty pleasure, and I said to her, “But wait, why is it a guilty pleasure? I love that song!” And she asked me, “So what’s your guilty pleasure?” And I said, “I would say blasting Wilson Phillips at top volume but again, not guilty.”
And then it got me wondering (Carrie Bradshaw style), is it possible to not have guilty pleasures? Why must there be guilt involved? I MEAN OKAY, if I’m driving with the windows down and I pull up to a stop light and Amy Grant’s Baby, Baby is exiting my mouth and car (totally normal by the way), I miiiight turn it down. Just a hair. But then again I just feel like it would be a missed opportunity for a shared bond with my next door driver.
Tell me, what are YOUR guilty pleasures? Trash TV? Grocery store novels? A hilarious podcast that no one understands but you? Amy Grant’s Heart in Motion? (I felt the collective nod.)
Because I feel like if you tell me yours, it might jog something in me that makes me realize my own. “Help me, I’m pooooooor.” (<–also not a guilty pleasure.)
So, I’ve got huge news.
I think I can tell the difference between the UPS truck and the FedEx truck. (you’re like, did she honestly just type that out?)
YES! And from like, a mile away.
Okay hear me out – the UPS trucks have a deeper, rounder sound. A bigger engine maybe? And their brakes are squeakier. And they always honk! FedEx never honks. Why is that, I wonder?
And the FedEx truck has a lighter, higher engine sound, with no squeaking in the brakes. You hear a truck rumble in the distance, and you know it’s big, and you know it’s a delivery truck, because of the sound of the AIR in the engine. It’s different than say, a trash or recycling or construction truck. Delivery trucks just have that hollowish sound, ya know? I always try and guess which truck is coming down the street when I hear that distant hooooo, and every single time I sing the song from The Music Man, “Oh the Wells Fargo Wagon is a, COMIN’ down the street oh please let it be for meeeee! It could be curtains, or dishes, or a double boiler, or it could be, yes it could be…”
WAIT YOU GUYS IS THIS MY GUILTY PLEASURE?
Okay, I need a little clarification from you on this whole “wearing gloves while you wash the dishes” thing. Yeah I saw your face perk up just now.
Tell me – do you wear a single pair of sturdy ones, over and over? Or do you change them out every time you wash, using thinner disposable ones? It makes me think of that one time on Friends when Monica is secretly dating Chandler and he picks up her and starts walking across the room with her while kissing her and she starts to take her yellow cleaning gloves off and he goes, “No, no, no! Leave the gloves on.” And Monica said, “I just cleaned the bathroom.” And Chandler said, “Yeah, why don’t we lose the gloves.”
In other words, what gloves are you wearing? Because all the light bulbs broke in my head that day you mentioned it. Gloves! Who knew.
And Monica Geller.
I guess we should unroll the tent for my earrings.
Besides trying to detect the difference between UPS and FedEx trucks?
I have an ongoing French lunch date today with my friend! The food is French, not my friend.
Also, it’s our second week to collect the postcards you’re all sending! (PO Box 8753, Prairie Village KS 66208) I’ll post them this afternoon and show you what we get! Sorry about all these !!!
We’re making burgers tonight and watching PARASITE, finally. And then tomorrow and Sunday – leaaaaves, baby. It’s going to be in the UPPER 60s and sunny (deliriously excited for this) and so I plan to rake every last leaf out of our garden beds to expose all the pretty green new growth underneath. I like it more than Christmas day, you guys. Some people love unwrapping gifts to find a treasure, I love raking leaves out of flower beds to see GREEN!
I did mention needing a life, right?