You may remember my gorgeous goddaughter, Oasis, and her mother, Andrea. A little recap: Andrea and I have been best friends since junior high, when she realized my name backwards is Eener. From then on, we were inseparable… well, until she moved to Texas with her sister and now husband. She had a beautiful daughter (named Oasis Lynn) and has another on the way (named Owen Lawrence). We see each other once or twice a year now, but email one another almost every other day.
Andrea and Oasis visited Club Guac this weekend. And this blog entry really isn’t a story about how cute Oasis is when she wears Joe’s flip flops. (Although she’s pretty freaking cute, isn’t she?) And this isn’t a blog entry about how cute Oasis is when she explores a playground. (No, seriously, HOW CUTE IS SHE?) This is a blog entry an how her godmother can be a big dumbass sometimes.
You see, Oasis is 2 years old. She’s visiting our apartment which features a brand new suede-ish couch. I asked Andrea before her visit if she’d be offended if I covered our couch. I didn’t want any leaky sippy cups to stain it. So I painstakingly (well, it wasn’t that hard) covered our couch with a sheet. It was an eyesore, but at least I didn’t worry about Oasis staining it.
One night, while Andrea and Oasis were visiting family in the city, Joe and I were on the couch watching TV. I was working on my schedule for the upcoming week with a pen in my hair. The sheet had fallen from the back of the couch, but no big deal, right? Oasis wasn’t around.
Yesterday I noticed there was writing alllll over the back of the couch. In ink. From a pen. The pen in my hair. Son of a bitch. Here I am, with this sheet over the couch so the little girl in the apartment doesn’t stain it and she doesn’t even spend much time on the couch and then I’M the dumbass who writes all over the couch. Really? Really?!
In case you’re curious, Woolite’s OxyClean stuff works miracles. I texted the bad news to the Beau Named Joe (“I wrote all over the couch because I’m a flippin’ dill weed.”) but now I’m thinking I shouldn’t have. I mean, he never would known! However, I’m not condoning withholding truths from your loved ones. It felt good to be honest. 🙂
Last but not least, I’m sorry for those of you who have been following me on Twitter in the past couple of weeks. I can’t help it if some people watch the same programming as I do and Twitter at the same time which makes ME want to get in on the conversation. See, it’s not my fault! Some of you are just enablers! (And I secretly love you for it.)