Domesticated
I noticed something disturbing the other day. In past years, when my birthday would approach, I would ask my mom to buy me fun stuff. Anything from gift certificates to cool techie stores, to parts for my car, to a bottle of liquor or just cash. Well my birthday is approaching in a little over a week, and when my mom called me and asked me what I wanted this year, the first thing that came to mind was a toaster oven. I told her that other kitchen appliances or utensils would be helpful, also. She ended up giving me my present a little early this year, and sure enough it is a nice new toaster oven. And the really disturbing part is that I love the thing. I am probably more excited about this than most other presents I have received in the past. Does this mean that I am getting old and ready to settle down and become… domesticated?
Yes this does sound bad. Maybe for Christmas we should go with the turbo mouse shaped like Benny the Beaver or maybe a gift certificate to Hooters? We don’t want you looking too responsible or domesticated.
There’s a Hooters here next to Saarbrücken that just opened up. I refuse to go until they begin to serve Döner.
[...] a little sad. But I am excited for what might await me in the new city. I am mostly bummed that my toaster oven won’t be coming along with [...]