Dis-Uniqued Musing
All it takes is a browsing through a bridal registry to find out that you are not unique ... in fact, there are roughly a dozen of you, and they're all getting married or having babies. They're also asking for salad spinners and terrycloth towels and toaster ovens, which ... I don't need.
I just thought I'd share that little bit of identity-lessness with you. I'm one of the Sarahs who're not getting married or having a baby this year, just to clarify. Perhaps that makes me a little more unique.
4 comments:
I cannot for the life of me believe you have no need for a salad spinner!
Chris: It's true. I just have no need for a salad spinner. Or countertop/cabinet space to store one. My coffee grinder, hot water kettle, Pyrex bowls and mixer/blender ensemble have taken up all that space. I suppose that if I ever felt the need to have my salad spun, I could just hold onto the soggy lettuce as I twirled around my kitchen ... I just don't feel the need, though. You may pity me if you feel the need.
Rick: Thank you!! I am comforted to know that a) illegal immigrants are not likely to have my name (unless they're stealing my identity to establish residency ...) and that b) there are only 115 of me, as opposed to the nearly 2,000 of you. Rest assured, my friend, that I know who you are ... and if you're pregnant, you're much more unique than one in a million. And I'd definitely buy you a Boppy if you registered at Target.
I'm digging this website of Rick's. Punched in my name. Only 8 people have my name. I always knew I was different...AHHHHH HA HA HA
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