Friday, August 6, 2010

WWSD - Dipshit Friday

I'm sharing a similar thought with Sarah, in her Trenches of Mommyhood, "If a blogger blogs but every other blogger is at BlogHer, will anyone read it?" 

So, as I sit in my kitchen *not* at a bar in NYC, I thought I'd live vicariously by linking to two of my favorite bloggers, one of whom (Sarah) is also *not* at BlogHer but with whom I have shared a drink, and one who is, Jean, Queen of Stimelyand, rodent aficionado, and friend with whom I had dinner at BlogHer '09. One of Jean's newest, funniest, and (IMHO) most brilliant ideas is Dipshit Friday, in which we lay it all out there and share one of life's blunders.  Shall we begin?


Every year, Andy's family plans a week together on Cape Cod.   Nearly every year, we have rented the same house. It's a lovely cottage with plenty of private space for us, the boys, and my mom, who enjoys her own little suite on the first floor away from the chaos that is my immediate family.  One of its best features is a gorgeous deck right off of our 2nd floor bedroom, with a fantastic view of the beach from the side and the river and salt marshes in the back. The Cape tradition started when everyone was in town for Andy's and my wedding, 10 years ago and subsequently, our anniversary frequently falls during our vacation week. 

A few years back, my mom kept the kids so Andy and I could enjoy a nice anniversary dinner, which we did along with a bottle of wine.  Upon returning to the house, we decided to share a romantic drink on the deck, in the moonlight.  Things progressed nicely and maybe a half hour later, Andy and I reentered our bedroom through the open door to (ahem) continue celebrating our anniversary only to find....every surface of the room covered with flying bugs of every description!

For the next hour, we two dipshits jumped across the bed, swinging beach towels, ducking dive-bombing mosquitoes, itching like mad, and spraying anything aerosol at the disgusting (and quite resilient) creatures.  Let's just say that the mood died long before the last of the bugs did and I left Andy to fight the good fight, choosing to sleep on the family room couch.

I was awakened the next morning by my rather confused but smiling mother who admitted that, judging by the racket coming from the ceiling of her bedroom, it definitely sounded as if we had very much enjoyed our anniversary...

8 comments:

merlotmom said...

Ewwww is right, on so many levels. Why r u not at BlogHer??????

KC said...

Ha! Although I don't think this qualifies as being a dipshit!

It's just plain old unfortunate.

I'm not at blogher either and very glad. =) will be even more glad when it's over and I can open my twitter feed once more without bleeding from my eyes.

rachel... said...

Wait. Who's the dipshit in this story? You? Your mom? The bugs? It's funny either way!

If it makes you feel any better, I'm not at BlogHer, either. And frankly, I can't wait to STOP READING ABOUT BLOGHER!

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

That is hysterical!

The Empress said...

oh my gosh, Ash is right. That is so very funny....

The Empress said...

H! just KC's comment...hysterical.

Ash said...

Oh my word - that's hilarious! Your saucy mama thinking you guys were having fun. My mother would have knocked on the door and told us to keep it down.

The whole BlogHer thing? Totally over, stick a fork, shut the hell up, done with the whole damn thing.

Me bitter? I have no idea what you're talking about.

Stimey said...

Oh, that is the WORST! So, so funny!!

Also, you win for being the first not-me person to play along with Dipshit Friday!!

 

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