…it must be around somewhere….I used to be able to read all the time…let’s see….let me get my glasses…oops, don’t know where they are either…probably on my head….nope…darn it all to heck…that’s really a shame because I FINALLY got a copy of the middlemarch book , but upon opening it, I realize it’s typeset is sized for readers the size of…
The cover is super pretty, ya’ll….looky….
I finally grabbed a spot on the couch…it was really quiet a beautiful breeze blowing in..kid were upstairs and I had about 20 minutes to spare before getting ready for a fun Friday night out…and I stared at the cover for about 5 minutes. I kind of got lost in it, really. I ceremoniously adjusted my head on the couch pillow and started to read the first page.
“Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.” Kick-ass first line. This is going to be good.
Then a wet naked Barbie flew over me on the couch. Oral bomb noises quickly followed, and ended with a biff-to-the-forehead noise and an “OUCH-UH!!!” (That’s a new thing that the girls are doing…adding “uh” to the ends of words. That’s DUMB-UH, WHAT-UH, COME ON-UH. WTF is that? Look, there is even a FB page for it HERE)
Then Bambi yelled at Cracker for whipping it at her and they had an apology fight. “You apologize, no YOU apologize.” Someone please fucking apologize because I have read the first line 5 times. Then the phone rang. Then I really tried hard to concentrate and while I was reading the first paragraph, I tried really, super hard to concentrate but then I thought about if I have time to take a shower before we go over to a friends and did Cracker leave her Sonic shake in the car because I will forget about it for a couple of days until it smells and OW!!! I suddenly got one of those shooting boob pains, what the hell IS that when that happens cause I don’t die from it when it happens but it’s in my boob and I think I need to Google that…READ READ READ, concentrate….I came across words like “frippery” and I really wish I could be reading this on my Kindle so I could hit the word and the definition pops up. I suddenly realized I am going to need a pocket dictionary. Hey, look. I am no chump. I am no idiot. I was an English Lit. minor in one of my many colleges I attended. I done read good. But it’s been awhile and I have spent the last 12 years reading Highlights Magazines, Mattel Toy Assembly instructions and “Everybody Poops”. (Great read BTW, highly recommend.)
I got down to about a third of the page and I started to schvitz a little bit. I flipped back to the end of the book . 746 pages. That’s a lot less than Volly, my reading project partner. That’s maybe because my font size is -1pt.
“The pride of being ladies has something to do with it…” What is that smell? What IS that? Is that a rotten orange? Shit, I forgot to drop off dress at the dry cleaner and I can do it tomorrow….no I can’t do it tomorrow, what is tomorrow, what do I have tomorrow, OMG why can’t I remember what tomorrow i-FOOTBALL scrimmage, right, then drive Papa and Nana to airport and
Shit…ok….“The pride of being ladies has something to do with it…The Brooke connections, although not slightl-“
I was staring at the words. I was starting at each individual word, trying to process it. It actually made me feel like I was going a little bit insane. I heard a fly and thought of the bad meal we had a a local place this weekend because we ate outside and there were flies everyone and I thought about how they poop on everything and how everyone always freaks out and really, how bad could fly poop be, I mean it’s so small that it’s almost as small as the font size in my book.
Then I really start to ride the procrastination train and I start reading the quotes on the back. Who does that but people who are procrastinating? Or bored people pooping on the potty? Then I read the biggest quote on the back. I quite literally made me jump up, shove a Bath and Body Works 20% coupon in the book as a marker and run into the office to quit reading forever.
“One of the few English books for grown-ups.” – Virginia Wolff
I am too busy to read now. I have to go get that shake out of the car, find the source of the kitchen smell and starting drinking heavily. Then, when I stumble wasted into bed later tonight and read the first page of my book 12 times, I will at least have a very good excuse.
(I have NEVER even blogged the word “poop” before and I think I used it today about 10 times. See what a bad influence reading can be to a person?)