Nothing to write home about today.

Does that stop me from posting?

Apparently not.

This morning we went to Bible study and that was about the extent of the day! We came home and just hung out. It was so nice. It’s so ironic to me that I complain all week about being stuck in the apartment and don’t get to go out, yet on Fridays after Bible Study I am completely content just to sit in the living room with Will and watch our King of Queens boxset.

Well tonight was pretty fun. My mom made a big supper, so afterwards- while we are looking at the dirty dishes and making conversation for an hour(you know, the time that nightly drives me insane)- we somehow get on the subject of potatoes. We had potatoes for dinner, but I can’t be sure how the subject morphed into what it did.

I guess when I was a kid I would love to make these potato head sort of things that grew grass from their heads (I’m sure this information clears up a lot of questions you have about how I came to be so goofy).

I don’t know. I have no recollection of this. I think my mom must have made those things with her “other” first daughter that looked like me or something, because I was absent during these hair potato craft sessions. I vaguely remember a chia pet one time, but I think I would remember taking my dinner and growing grass from it’s head. Wouldn’t you?

Well, after having a 5 minute conversation about how exactly this contraption worked, my mom thought we should all make one and set them up next to eachother and watch them grow. I had flasbacks of Mrs. Smith’s art class back in grade school. She really would have been proud at my artistic improvements.

So, we each picked out our potato. I picked the long one because of my freakishly huge “fivehead.” (theres no need to be polite about it. I’ve come to terms with my forehead. I even have an annoying hair stylist story when I was in grade school that finally made me realize I was fine with it… that might be another post though)

So as I was cleaning my “face” my sister thought it would be fun to for us to do Napoleon Dynamite characters. Okay, so not only are my my sister and I turning a perfectly good complement to a steak into a grassy face, we are also transforming them into characters from a movie that-other than us- only junior high boys have a true appreciation for.

So, I made Deb. She looks pretty cute. I even gave her puffy sleeves and a piece of bread on her mouth (from the lunchroom scene… okay I’m talking to you all like you’ve seen the movie, which I have to believe you haven’t… nevermind). P did Napoleon. It was so cute. My parents made themselves. Will? He did a cross between himself and Brian Bosworth (this OU player from the 80s)- he gave his potato a mohawk.

So, you might be thinking, what random Kuwaiti family has grass seed lying around? Good question. We do. One of my sister’s friends thought it would be funny to give her some since we don’t really have any here. That’s why. We really don’t just go out and buy stuff like that to have on hand. I promise.

So, apparently we have to water their “hair” everyday and eventually it will start to grow. I got a picture, so I’ll have to post it sometime soon- after all, I’m sure you are “so stoked” about seeing your supper growing hair and literally looking back at you on my blog!

So, although my family is driving me on verge of insanity, and although I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and was in a bad mood about having to stay here and not have our own place, I ended up reverting back to my crayon days- and had a fun time doing it with them.

Potato Anyone?