i could not sleep last night.
the insomnia was probably due to one (or all) of the following reasons:
1. my dinner of chili and my third trimester pregnant belly were slugging it out. glub, glub, yuck.
2. my chipped nail polish was quietly taunting me to chisel it off.
...
done.
3. the angry feelings in my heart were festering toward the dirtbag who stole one of my pumpkins (my pretty, spray painted copper-colored pumpkin) from my doormat. restating for effect: stolen not from my outside porch -- from my DOORMAT. inside my locked apartment building. it kind of takes the idea of ripping off somebody's pumpkins to new and disturbingly intimate levels because the guilty party is probably somebody i know or have seen. so and who had the audacity?? to steal from the pathetic looking pregnant woman in the third floor walk-up? was it one of my neighbors? the chatty and seemingly friendly UPS guy? or hector, the super, who thinks i'm a total idiot for calling in a work order to have the pilot light on my gas stove re-lit (if he knew this story, he'd understand)?
so, at 3 o'clock in the morning, desperate for sleep and wanting to shake the feelings of violation, i fought back with the fine blade of my lexicon:
i'm sure the white one will be gone within 24 hours.
13 comments:
a. i love you erin, so glad to call you friend.
b. you're in your third trimester? wow!!!
c. the white pumpkin looks dashing i can only imagine how great it was complimented with a copper produce by its side.
throw it down!
I donate my spider web pumpkin to your doormat. Even though it's sort of ugly. Let's face it, I think I'm never going to carry it all the way home (but what fun it was to do!).
Karma, karma, karma.
how sad! i love the note though. that white pumpkin of yours has guts ;) it is very cute too! wahoo for third trimester!
that's awesome that you made a sign. I love it.
Good looking white pumpkin.
disturbing indeed. loved the note. love the white punkin. love you.
the title of your post are my exact thoughts: take that! what a jerk. you should put some kind of camera by your front door. sorry you couldn't sleep. cute whit pumpkin. :)
Love it. And miss you way to much for words. If we come back to NJ, we have to hang out lots and lots again.
what a jerk. seriously.
ps. the white pumpkin, although he is missing his copper friend, is amazing.
take a lesson from the brad: once upon a time my lil brother and i carved pumpkins. we awoke to find them smashed in the road. the brad bought us more pumpkins. we awoke again to find them smashed. brother cried. the brad and the holly were PISSED. we carved yet another set of pumpkins. the brad then hid in the bushes by our porch and when the hoodlum teenagers came once again to smash them, he chased them from our culd-e-sac with his not-loaded shotgun. take THAT biotch! you know how those north ogden kids can be.
love the pumpkin. and the gutsy note. maybe a miracle will happen the day after halloween when the radio starts playing christmas music. your bronze brother may reappear.
LOVE the pumpkin! Sorry about the insomnia though. And the pumpkin stealer...the Audacity of some people!
Here's to the safe return of the Copper Pumpkin....
people have no shame. no shame. i do like your note, though. classy and clever. you're my fave.
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