Laugh it up honey, it ain’t that bad
Tall and Hooles have apparently gotten on the banjo train. I’m just going to say it now: I started that shit, yo. I fucking love a good banjo and fiddle song. Obviously, small Jewish girls from the WASPy suburbs of Pittsburgh feel a deep affinity to the roots music of Appalachia (are you Nell, from the movie Nell?).
Moral of the story, this is a really great song. I listen to this song many times a day. It has banjos AND fiddles, so take that Hooles/Tall roommates.
Oh you know how at DBIH our hobbies include white wine, ice cream cake, crack whores and Taylor Swift. Chef Hooles and I have taken the last one to a whole new level with our obsession with The Band Perry (actually it’s just the one song, we’re a little slow). Or, to be clear, curly blonde country singers who sing about young love. And banjos. Motherfuckin’ banjos and a “Lady of Shallot” reference. So eat your heart out and enjoy this beautiful masterpiece. BTW Hooles and I are relocating to the bayou. This plus True Blood? Yes plz.
reading list
So Afrika and I both have Kindles, and while discussing how glad we’ll be when DSK burns in fiery torment eventually and the general state of victims of sexual violence necessarily being virginal, because otherwise it doesn’t count (COME ON), we talked about our most recent acquisitions. Turns out:
DOES NOT EQUAL
The more you know!
This could be why my white duvet now looks tie dyed
Courtesy of Fuck I’m In My 20s : a visual representation of my life.
Sunday Morning Musings (A List)
- Now that ChefHooles and I no longer live approximately 10 paces from Booey’s, life is much harder. And by life I mean hangovers.
- Gilmore Girls marathons are the best way to start your day.
-RE: Gilmore Girls – I hate Dean. He sucks in almost every way. He’s just one bit old wet blanket who got married too soon and then cheated on his wife and is still not treating Rory well. What a shit.
- ChefHooles is Team Jess. “He’s hot, he’s smart, he loves Rory and he’s a rebellious bad boy. He’s not Lurch, he’s not creepy, and he’s so fucking hot. And he wears a leather jacket. Well, they both wear leather jackets, but Dean’s is more of a Columbine, go-shoot-up-my-high school type jacket.”
- I (Tall) love the Jess, but I think Rory made a big fat mistake in not locking down hot-hot-hot Logan Huntsberger. What a stud! He was so rich too, and adventurous and he would always fight for his lady. I mean, really Rory? You left that to go be a blogger on Obama’s campaign? Really? Idjit.
- Hydration is key, but it is optimal when taken from a swirly straw cup.
- Seriously, why is there not a Booey’s sandwich in and around my mouth right now?
DON’T YOU WANT TO DANCE
This story begins on a summer day in 1992. I think I was wearing cut-offs (there are dozens of us!) with white tights and a tshirt with a Swiss Dinosaur on it. Then, a rotund version of the Marla Bear came outside and said she had to go to the hospital. She came back with a gross, red, bald baby that took a shit on my lap. No joke, the star of this story was bald until the age of 2 (not in a LATFH, I’m so awesome I don’t need hair, I’ll just tattoo my scalp, kind of way) and one time she took a shit on my lap.
Now she’s still a teenager. But an older one! One time, she almost got arrested but she was too drunk. Another time, she forgot which pedal was the gas and which was the break. Another time, she forgot to get on her plane home from Spain and ended up stuck in Chicago (a story for another time: How Jappy’s failed trip to Kenya parallels the small childe’s failed trip to Spain).
Anyway, our teenage almost-team member likes to eat vodka watermelon when her mom isn’t looking. She also pretends to go camping, but really she just goes to the mall for nail polish and lipstick (tee hee!).
I still haven’t gotten her a birthday present, because my dad doesn’t want me spending all my money getting her all glittered up for Easter.
