Dude, sucks to be you tone of voice, “And then you’ll see a bright light in your right eye and it’ll go out, and you’ll die.” She gave me two days – not “at most, two days” or “two days at the very least” but exactly two days.
AND FRED DIDN’T EVEN STAY HOME FROM WORK.
I spent the entire two days running around trying to get everything in the house organized so Fred would be able to figure out how to do everything after I’d died.
AND DID I MENTION HE DIDN’T EVEN STAY HOME FROM WORK?
Bastard. If he can’t be bothered to stay home from work during my LAST TWO DAYS OF LIFE, he can figure out how to do everything on his own, damnit.
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We were watching CSI (Vegas) the other night, and there was this case where a body was found in a toolbox in a ditch, and fire ants were using the body as a nest (shudder). Anyway, whatsherface, the blond woman Grissom has the hots for was able to reconstruct the guy’s face and they were able to identify him as a Down’s Syndrome man who’d been reported missing months previously.
So Grissom and Nick – and possibly other CSIs, I don’t remember who-all was there – are at this ranch, and they’re talking to the guy who took the missing man’s job, and they show him the picture and there’s a whole lot of blah-de-blah, and then the man who took the missing man’s job says “They call him ‘Stub.'”
Whereupon Nick Stokes, Ace Detective and CSI Genius jumps in and says, a dark scowl upon his face, “What is that, some kind of nickname?”
And I about fell directly onto the floor, I was laughing so hard, because what kind of LINE is THAT? I mean, how the hell do you respond to such an OBVIOUS question? Did he expect the guy to say “Actually no, Nick Stokes, ACE DETECTIVE, that’s his REAL NAME!”?
Ever since, we can be heard saying, in an accusatory tone, “What is that, some kind of NICKNAME?”
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We taped last week’s episode of CSI: New York last week and tried to watch it Saturday night, but as soon as Gary Sinise picked up a piece of evidence without wearing a glove, we were completely turned off. HE PICKED UP A PIECE OF EVIDENCE WITHOUT WEARING A GLOVE, PEOPLE! There could have been epithelial tissue ALL OVER that piece of evidence, and he was all ham-handing it all over the place without gloves. GOOD-BYE, EVIDENCE! Good to know ya! We won’t be solving THIS case, ’cause
Lieutenant Dan fucked up the evidence!
Seriously, though, we both GASPED OUT LOUD when he did it. We are great big huge dorks.
Luckily we have a few more seasons of CSI (Vegas) to go before we need to start worrying about what we want to watch next. I think I’ve got Fred convinced to give season 1 of Grey’s Anatomy a try. I almost don’t want him to watch it, though – what if he doesn’t love it like I do, or even worse, thinks it’s stupid?
Then I’d have to divorce him.
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Lately I’ve been not only waking up earlier and earlier, but actually getting my ass out of bed earlier on a regular basis. This disturbs me, because I have ALWAYS been a person who loves to sleep. In the past, if given a choice I would have slept ’til 10 or 11 every day (though I haven’t done that in years, because it disturbs Fred if I sleep too late. Nevermind that he’s in bed at 9:42 and I’m up ’til midnight; I’m still burning daylight). But in the past couple of weeks, despite the fact that I’ve got my alarm set to go off (playing the radio) at 7:45 every morning (that particular time because I like to be out the door on my morning walk by 8:30, and I generally need to putter around the house for half an hour to 45 minutes before I’m ready to go) I’ve been up almost every day by 7:30.
I’m sure that at least part of it is due to the fact that it’s getting light outside earlier, and maybe once we turn our clocks ahead this weekend I’ll start sleeping in later. Who knows, though? I could be turning into one of those annoying morning people – in fact, I’ve been going to sleep earlier and earlier except for a few nights ago when I stayed up ’til midnight to finish the book I was reading; most nights lately I’ve got the light turned off by 11, though – and that, dear readers, would be a tragedy. For 38 years I’ve been a night owl, and have firmly believed that night owls are the coolest of the cool (I, however, am not the coolest of the cool. I am the dorkiest of the dorks.). Now all of a sudden I’m turning into a morning person?
Say it ain’t so.
(Now watch – in a few weeks I’ll no doubt do an entry wherein I talk about staying up ’til 2 am every night and sleeping ’til 10.)
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Currently
reading:
The Best Awful, by Carrie Fisher. I’m not loving it, but I’ll probably keep reading it.
Finished last night:
Strange But True, by John Searles. Didn’t love it, but I liked it. It’s worth a read.
Finished before that:
Sleep No More, by Greg Iles. I like the Greg Iles books, but his sex scenes are kind of stilted and self-conscious, and I’m not sure I care for them. I prefer my sex scenes to flow in an unstilted manner, thank you.
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Oh, I almost forgot! Best movie we’ve seen in a while:
Derailed, believe it or not. There are not one but two sweet little twists toward the end that made it worth watching.
Fred thinks Jennifer Aniston has cold, dead eyes, though.
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Bad picture, but do you SEE how high the ridge of fur on Sugarbutt’s back is standing up? That’s a ticked-off kitty, right there.
Sugarbutt snuggled up under my lap quilt (which I wasn’t using at the time), and then Miz Poo snuggled up to the OTHER side of the lap quilt and didn’t seem too disturbed that she was, in essence, snuggling with Sugarbutt. I never thought I’d see the day.
If that ain’t a sashay, I don’t know what is.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
hither.
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Previously
2005: Because there’s nothing worse than having your eyes scooped out with a spork when you’re not quite dead yet, believe you me.
2004: No entry.
2003: Your “shit” discussion is now over. You may move on.
2002: “Momma!” he cried “Momma, I’ll be good! Let me in Momma, let me in!”
2001: “Owowowowowow,” I whined, hand over my eye, and then stomped my foot in frustration.
2000: When I saw it in the theater, the ending so disturbed me that I sobbed all the way home from the movie theater.]]>