Yeah, so, I’m getting my very own vanity.
It might sound silly, but I am really excited about this. My entire life I have wanted a vanity for my bedroom.
Growing up, we only had one bathroom in the house, so you weren’t allowed to hang out in there and groom yourself. My sister and I spent our teenage years on our bedroom floor in front of a full-length mirror blow, drying our hair, putting on makeup, handing a curling iron back and forth, and “accidentally” spraying hair spray in each others’ faces.
But now, I’m a grown up or something. I live in a house that is big enough for a vanity. Also, we live in a house with only one bathroom that is not really big enough for the two of us, let alone soon-to-be three of us. And, oh yeah, I’m lazy, and I want to sit down and put on makeup and do my hair instead of standing. Don’t judge me.
I have repeatedly mentioned my desire for a vanity, so mighty, mighty good man found one on Craigslist and it’s being delivered tonight. David is making all my dreams come true. He’s the best.
Originally, we were going to have to pick up the vanity in Concord, so I asked my brother, Eric, if he would go get it for me. He kindly said he would. Then the vanity owner said he would deliver it to us in SF, so I texted Eric to tell him his services were no longer needed. We had the following exchange:
Me: Turns out the guy will deliver it to us. Thank you so much for saying you’d help. Most appreciated!
Eric: I don’t have to touch it!! Even better!!
Me: That’s what she said.
Not a “ha ha” or a “wah wah.” Nothing. Sometimes I wonder if we’re really related.