1. The other day I went to Barista Parlor in East Nashville.
I have a love/hate relationship with East Nashville. They are the cool kids of Davidson County. Cool kids make me nervous. But apparently they have restaurants that are “better than” McDonald’s. At least that’s what I hear on the streets.
Anyways, I went to Barista Parlor which is a hipster coffee shop.
Note about hipster coffee shops: My friend Susan and I meet for coffee in the mornings. We went to Starbucks in Nipper’s Corner and loved it, but then decided we should go some where more “local”. We tried supporting Jam & Joey’s (I don’t want to slander anyone), but we went there for, like, 2 months and they were indifferent about our presence at best. No one remembered our orders. And we kinda liked Starbucks better. So we went back to our ladies at Starbucks (the corporate devil) and THEY REMEMBERED US. Even after a 2 month hiatus. Because Starbucks is love.
I pretended I had no clue how to read a coffee menu.
But seriously, I was all, “I’ve only really had Starbucks.” And after they picked their jaws off the floor, the lovely baristas made me one of the most excellent cups of coffee I’ve EVER had. For reals.
But they still don’t know my name.
2. My brother sent my sister and I a hilarious text the other day. My mom, at 6:30 in the morning, asks him, “What was that crawling shell you wanted?” My brother was confused as all get out, but after more interrogation he finds out my mom is talking about the hermit crabs he wanted. WHEN HE WAS 10.
My brother looks NOTHING like Tom Hanks, but I feel like this is a really good impression of him.
We talked about it last night, and my mom was all, “Oh, Hermit the Crab?”
3. Speaking of my brother, he’s not an English teacher. He’s now a Math teacher! This is the position he really wanted. And he’s already kicking butt at it.
4. You guys. We’re on #4 and I haven’t said the O-word.
Otis has been pretty low-key lately. The tantrums are almost all the way gone (praise Jesus), and he goes to timeout like a champ. His new favorite video is this one of these kids dancing to Despicable Me’s “I’m having a bad, bad day”:
Our little munchkin loves to do his hands in the air just like the kids (and his mommy). When it comes time for the fancy footwork he just yells “Toes!” and spins around.
5. I wrote that book, This Bleep is Hard, and I’m trying to figure out ways to promote it without actually promoting it because I’m a female with a complex. If you regularly play Five on Friday and are willing to make my book one of your #’s in February I’ll send you a free copy! Just hit me up at firstname.lastname@example.org!
And now that that shameless plug is over, I’ll be over here…