This blogging thing really does keep me sane

I don’t think I would be able to have this much contact with Jacket’s mom without this blog (or an insane therapy bill). Apparently Jacket’s mom has been to the Poconos. Every square inch. And you can only get in if you’re a member and go there every week. So of course this means that I must call Andrew and Carrie (I did not give her their names) to ask if they are members and then call her right back with the answer.

Unsolicited, abridged list of things her baby needs in the Poconos:

Potato Chips (4 reminder text messages about this)
Soda- ONLY Pepsi
Hot dogs
A DVD player
A ham sandwich SPECIFICALLY for the ride to the Poconos (3 messages about this)
A change of clothes AND shoes for when I pick her up because “all her clothes are brand new” (never mind the loads I’ve given her)
7 pull-ups for each day
Shorts to go under her dresses (something about “perverts”)
Some sort of sticks from a Chinese restaurant (I wish I was making this up)
Egg and cheese sandwiches for breakfast
Not to ride in a car (I had to break down and call her about this one because it’s not possible)

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  1. blairsings said: Jesus.
  2. ashleybirddd said: “I imagine reading it as a 12 year old in the 70’s was more formative than reading it was a 23 year old in 2012, though.” I laughed long enough about this to the point that, according to my boyfriend, “it got weird.”
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