Life with My Crab

And the shot heard ’round the world

Overheard at Tottering Hall tonight:

M: I want to get a rain barrel. You good with that?
T: What are you going to do with it? Make love? Dance in a circle?

Sweet Jesus. For real?! It’s NOT that hippie crunchy. And it doesn’t have to look like crap!

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But how apropos–he just sent me this article yesterday for all of my free-time reading: How Many Republicans Marry Democrats?

For the record, though, Mary Matalin recently changed her party registration from Republican to Libertarian.

p.s. I love James Carville. LOVE. He’s like my old man crush. For real, y’all. I remember walking to work at (undisclosed employer) listening to the most recent book they wrote together, Love & War: Twenty Years, Three Presidents, Two Daughters and One Louisiana Home, and it was just such a happy start to my day. Kind of like when they still lived in Old Town Alexandria before they moved back to New Orleans and I would run into him getting coffee at Starbucks in the morning when I was working at (undisclosed employer).

I’ve been thinking a bunch about (undisclosed employer) lately. STT and I are making a girls weekend in Denver at the end of the month, and after Becky mentioned that the botanic garden there is “so good”, I remembered it was a signature (undisclosed employer) project. Like, all of the good botanic garden work was in Colorado. But those were the good old days–when I was hell-spent on pursuing urban design and sustainability and still loathing living in America after returning from London.

SIDE NOTE: UK–WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU BLOODY IDIOTS.

Back in the good old days when I was more more hip than I could handle. Which brings me back to the beginning, in the present time. Here I am not just living IN AMERICA but in TEXAS in a suburban, single-family home, married to a Republican (but if he doesn’t vote, does he actually count?) and working on my mom jeans. Couldn’t be further from that hip, young, urban and anti-patriotic girl (yep, I’ve been thinking a lot about that girl as I’m packing for our big fourth of July celebrations in Louisiana this weekend). What a complex web of irony. BUT I STILL WANT A RAIN BARREL. And I still love James Carville.

Happy Fourth of July, y’all. Celebrate before we all start crying in November, regardless of political party.

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