There's this thing that's happening that I'm not ready to talk about. How's that for keeping you in the dark? I hate it when something takes over all my brain space and the thing that I'm thinking about the most is the thing I don't (or can't) talk about. And I hate even more when a blogger is all la la la I'm going to talk about this thing I can't talk about. Which is exactly what I'm doing here. Let's put that to rest, okay?
In other news...
A glimpse into my husband's sense of humor. I was sitting on the couch with the TV on (had been watching Darjeeling Limited, but instead kept the movie running while I typed on my computer). The movie ended and Chip came by, stopped the movie and flipped channels. I didn't pay a single bit of attention to what he was doing and kept typing. Chip came by again about 10 minutes later and said, "Interesting TV choice." I looked up. It was the Golden Girls. For a minute, I defended my show choice and that's when I realized DUDE YOU WERE THE ONE TO PUT THIS ON. He's a weird guy.
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4 comments:
I just love that you were defending it. Too funny.
Also - it is a good show! I hope I am half as spunky later in life.
Hang in there.
Inside info: Whimsy went to a couple of National Debate Conferences back in the days of study, and she hasn't lost her talent (I have experienced it first hand on a number of occasions,... for those who know me well know that I deserve it too) so you can imagine how great things can get. Especially when she can't remember turning a channel, or she over-orders a lot of weird food, or has 3 halfway eaten quarts of vanilla icecream in the freezer. She can debate anything! and she wins! She married me, and defends her choice, and for that I am always thankful. Love you babe
GOLDEN GIRLS RULE 4EVAH
You are a GOLDEN girl. Birds of a feather...
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