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?

3 Comments

MuddaOctober 19th, 2006 at 07:40

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.

ZachOctober 20th, 2006 at 04:02

There’s a Hooters here next to Saarbrücken that just opened up. I refuse to go until they begin to serve Döner.

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