My toothbrush sounds like Lin-Manuel Miranda in Hamilton.
You’re like, “okay I’m getting coffee for this one.”
It does! It does, though. It’s an electric toothbrush (is that the word? electric? feels weird.) and sometimes when I’m moving from tooth to tooth it will vibrate in such a way that creates this buzzing sound and it sounds exactly like Lin-Manuel Miranda’s voice at a specific part in Hamilton. It’s later in the musical and his voice slightly growls over the hip hop cadence, and every time I’m like, “He sounds just like my toothbrush!”
Well, Lin-Manuel Miranda and Britt Daniel from Spoon. You know how Britt’s vocals can scratch up here and there? That is my toothbrush. There’s a musical note there, but it’s underneath a little cute growl.
My friend Ashlee right now is shaking her head thinking what an odd duck I am.
She even said that to me years and years ago. Those words exactly. I remember it so clearly. I had said something, well, odd in our friend Lindsay’s apartment. It was the night before she was heading out for a vacation to Portland Oregon and she still hadn’t done laundry or packed. Which gave me a legit panic attack. And I said something weird (I can’t remember what it was, which I realize would be helpful to this story, but you know I’m a horrible story teller, yet here we are.), and she goes, “Man, you’re an odd duck.” To which I said, “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
So yeah, my toothbrush is Hamilton.
Let’s play a game of WOULD YOU RATHER! And this one is so awful. You won’t be able to even.
WOULD YOU RATHER:::: be unable to roll a sports bra down your clammy, humid back post shower (like you canNOT get your arms and wrists to get that sunnufabish to cooperate) OR never be able to spread your toes in a pair of shoes ever again? If you were stuck with one of those for the rest of your life, which one would it be? You have to tell me.
DON’T YOU DARE X OUT OF THIS POST.
Okay, real talk.
Are we all just honestly going to sit around and pretend that Grace Farrell from Annie can just randomly play the harp? And well? We just accepted it! No questions asked! We watched her dance into the house in that yellow flowy dress during We Got Annie, sit right now and start playing the harp like we’re all idiots. “Yep, of course she can play the harp. That makes perfect sense. Now adopt her! Also can you link out that dress?”
These are the things I think about at night and all the time.
Aaron thinks anyone would breaks a chocolate bar not on the lines is a criminal.
LOOK I CAN’T HELP IT. I try to break the chocolate on the lines, I do. But most (all) of the time it breaks oddly and not on the break lines and I get the evil eye.
You’re like, “wait what are chocolate lines?”
I’m resuming one of my all-time favorite routines today with a friend which is lunch at French Market every other Friday! And indoors, man. It’s been over a year since we’ve been able to do this, so I’m going to get jacked on a cappuccino and let it all spill out. (the gab, not the capp. well maybe that, too.)
We’re meeting some Arkansas friends tomorrow and playing mini golf at the Nelson lawn, and then finding some cozy outdoor breweries for an afternoon of sunny LEISHUUUUUH. You like that spelling? I knew you might. Other than that, finishing All The Light We Cannot See and inhaling the sun with open face. (chill, I wear 150 spf and a GIANT VISOR in case you forgot)
From this week, in case ya missed it! ::: Braised Beans with Tomatoes and Pepperoni over Crusty Bread! Simple and so, so comforting. And an Arugula Salad with Roasted Fennel and Seared Salmon! Light and springy. Just like my hair.
Wait, can you play the harp?