Today's job (from the FoodNetwork countdown to Thanksgiving) was to pick up the fresh turkey if I ordered one...I didn't. I am done for today. Sweet.
While I might be awesome at getting ready for Thanksgiving, I am pretty bad at friendship. There is a lot of pressure when you have friends to do what you say you are going to do, when really all you want to do is watch a Law & Order marathon in your pajama pants. I have one friend right now that is perfect for me. We have a standing plan to meet on Friday afternoons after work with the men folk and some other friends. Well, last Friday she didn't show, so I texted her, "Where are you?". Her reply, "I got off at 3pm, and I couldn't keep my pajama pants off." To me, a perfectly acceptable explanation. Some weeks I see her two or three times, sometimes I don't see her for a few weeks. It works for me.
I end up ruining, or extinguishing friendships because apparently I am so awesome that people want to hang out all the time, and I am just not built that way. (I am saying that tongue in cheek, but kind of not really, since it seems to happen with my every new attempt at friendship.) A few years ago I got to be friends with the wife of one of my co-workers. We played tennis twice a week, then we started going to lunch afterwards, EVERY TIME. Well, I like to have lunch with friends sometimes, but mostly, I like to lunch alone, because that is when I decompress and read my books. So, how did I handle it? I quit playing tennis because I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't want to eat lunch with her every day, and that was the easiest way to get out of it. Pretty crappy, huh?
But, on days like today, when I have nothing really pressing to do...I finished my Thanksgiving chores, dinner is in the crock pot, the house is under control, and the kids and Mr. P are taking care of their own stuff, it would be nice to have someone I could call to meet for coffee this afternoon.
(Well I don't drink coffee, but it sounds more grownup than meeting for a Diet Dr. Pepper).
But then again, since I don't HAVE to do anything, maybe I will just stay in my pajama pants and watch Law & Order on TNT.
Damn, I do have a problem, I can't even make pretend plans without wanting to cancel.
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It's eerie how much that sounds like me. I want friends, but I don't want pressure or commitment! I am way too awesome!
I'm always saying to Aaron, "If only I weren't quite so damn loveable!" and he is all, "Hmm, it is funny that you find it a problem when people want to spend time with you."
Wherever you are, I wish it were near me, because that is exactly the sort of friend I need! Mostly I want to be at home, but sometimes I just want to go out and have coffee and girl talk for a few minutes. No major commitments, just hang out buddies. Friends with benefits, but not with the benefits. You know. Friends with coffee. Or Dr. Pepper, as it were.
I know we've only been blog friends for a short while, but if we lived close to one another, you could totally come to my house in your pj pants. We would watch Law and Order and drink Diet Dr. Pepper. And maybe eat Ruffles. And we should probably change my baby's diaper a couple of times, but whatever. That sounds like an awesome day.
So apparently all the friends I've been looking for are here, reading your blog. I totally agree, sometimes I want to go out and have fun - but most of the time I just want to sit and watch tv. What's so wrong with vegging out with a diet and some snacks?
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