Aug 13, 2012

On Breaking Bad News and Foiled Foil

shirt: Old Navy       belt: thrifted      shorts: really old     shoes: thrifted     bag: thrifted     watch: thrifted    bracelet: f21

I have committed the ultimate wife's crime. Like the crime that takes you from hottie to hag in a mere .2 seconds. So Friday I got home from work at five, and remembered that I was feeling particularly charitable last sunday and had volunteered to deliver a dinner to a new mommy in my church....at 5:30. So I rush into the door and instead of giving Indie her usual five minutes of mama's home cuddle time I whizz past her and explain, "NO TIME INDIE!! THERE'S FOOD TO BE MADE!" but then of course she looked at me with those almond eyes and my knees trembled and quaked and she ended up with five minutes of pet the Indian time and a big fat bone to chew on...and what was I talking about? Yes, the food! It had to be made! So I took a gander in the fridge and looked back and forth between spaghetti that Matt made two weeks ago,two lemons, and some bananas that had seen better days and thought to myself, "Think domestic Sarah!" and so of course in all of my domestic genius I went and picked up some take out and then threw it in a serving dish because really....who am I kidding. Fifteen minutes later with food in tow and an Indian by my side we walked over to my neighbors house to deliver the goods. When a gusty breeze full of gusto and might blew the foil off of my precious homemade man made food. And of course Indie caught the lid in her rascal of a mouth and began to lick at it ferociously and I screamed with all my might,

"MATTT NOOOO!"

And then I shuddered a mighty shudder. A cry came from the heavens I'm sure, and I was so surprised at what came out of my mouth that I promptly delivered the lid less food and then just sat there on the ladies porch for like ten minutes afterward and pondered how I have become THAT crazy dog lady. Was it when I started letting Indie drink the milk left in my cereal bowl? Or perhaps it was when I started holding Indie like a baby to rid myself of the baby blues, OH SWEET GLORY WHAT HAVE I BECOME!!! And also how do I tell my Sir Matt that I may have in a panic stricken moment of foiled foil mixed up his name with that of a dog's? Like how does one just go and break that kind of news?!

20 comments :

  1. It was nothing personal... just a little mixup. He'll probably understand. :o)

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  2. hahaha! you are too too funny! :) You look so cute and we used to do that to our dog, with my younger sister's name. hahaha! my whole family would do it, and she was standing there, every time. She didn't ever appreciate it... haha!

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  3. toooo funny !! He will probably laugh about it.. probably.. haha! My husband always calls is sister babe when we are in the same room.... now, thats awkward ....

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  4. ahh life, it can make us feel crazy , though you look great in this post ... love the casual feel outfit!
    Jess
    JESS CAUSE BLOG

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  5. so sweet
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  6. pretty girl:)



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  7. you look adorable!

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  8. hahaha, don't worry, i've called eric everything under the sun, forgetting his name all together. it happens.
    and at least you are nice enough to make those dinners for all those new mommies. i always just dismiss myself from that category all together. i only let the mister suffer from my terrible cooking. ha
    xo TJ

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  9. Oh my goodness the same things happens to me! When I go home to Mum's house and see my dog (Meggy), she's just so cute that sometimes I accidentally call her Mitch ;) oops

    Life etc

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  10. Love this adorable shirt!

    My mom calls me the dogs name all the time...I think your husband would understand. :)

    xoxo,
    Laura
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  11. This outfit=perfection.
    ❤Ky
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  12. This is what you do. Ready? Okay. (Cheerleader??)

    "Hey there, Sir Matt. You know how people are silly and sometimes we say things we don't mean to say and then we're all 'Wait. Why did that come out of my mouth?' So... This one time Indie was licking some foil and I just accidentally called her Matt. It's not because licking foil is something I associate with you, it's just because I love you so you're always on my mind. Or something. Here's some tootsie rolls." And then run! Run out of the room!

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  13. haha!! :) i definitely needed this good laugh tonight!
    Loving your outfit! like always you look great!

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  14. wow I love this outfit! you took basic pieces and made them complement each other, amazing!! hope you don't mind but I'm saving this outfit for further inspiration ;)

    Drawing Dreaming

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  15. I have had moments like these except its that I have become the disheveled mother of two, with hair in a messy bun, and puffs under her eyes. Just gotta own it;)
    Love your lip color btw!

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  16. Hehe!!! Well, my husband's name is Garett and my dog's name is Gilbert. I've had Gilbert longer than I've known Garett, so sometimes I get their names mixed up... Isn't marriage fun???!!!

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  17. Could be worse. I have accidentally called my longtime boyfriend "Dad" at times (usually when hes done something silly like my father would have done). Its embarrassing and funny and sadly, my boyfriend is always present when it happens!

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  19. hahaha this is too funny! we just got a puppy, and i've totally gone off the deep end into crazy dog-lady land. i can't help myself! our pup is super spoiled.

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