Tuesday, July 26, 2005

 

He's All Growns Up

Oh, our Diggerblue is finally a homeowner.

How precious.

Now he's finally having company, using actual glasses to drink out of, and he's even acquired his father's tendency to follow guests around watching for every dirt speck, hair, and skin flake they leave behind. . . so he can pick up after their mess with an annoyed grunt (but don't tell him he's acting like his dad or he'll give you that evil glare that his dad probably gave him as a kid.)

Seriously--this guy will hit the ceiling if you wipe his countertops with the dish rag--you must use "the designated sponge." And you can't use dish soap--just plain water.

And I'm not allowed to eat cookies in the living room.

My bitternes aside, our friend blue is seeing changes for the better. He has a kitchen he may actually cook in, he's having more guests and enjoying being social, and most importantly, he doesn't have any deadbeat neighbors with subwoofers playing Doom at 200 decibels at 3 a.m. It all makes diggerblue a much happier boy.

His family is so proud of him. After seven years of apartment dwelling, he actually has nice furniture, matching bath sets complete with towels, rugs and fuzzy toilet seat covers (gag), and a guest room.

The changes are not sitting well with everyone, mind you. When our friend John first visited, he took me aside and whispered, "Wannabee, you gotta stop this. This place looks way too grown up. Where are the Bud Light posters of bikini-clad girls, the holey furniture, the mold in the bathtub and the dank smell of dirty laundry and stale beer? Why is there fresh food in the fridge? What the hell is this--a color scheme? Sage green?!?! Did I go through the looking glass or something? What's happening to him?"

I don't know. Is he "growing up," or are we losing him?

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