Last year when I was in Maine, my friend Liz lent me seasons 1 through 4 of The Footballers’ Wives. I finally got around to starting it last week, and I have to say it’s a total soap opera, but I’m enjoying it. I find myself compelled to call people “love” and to say “innit?”, and so on. I’m certainly enjoying all the naked male behinds that pop across the screen pretty regularly, too. For the first five episodes or so, I thought Kyle’s name was Carl, though, because I swear to god that’s how they’re pronouncing it.
In any case, I’m enjoying it. I’m most of the way through season 1 and Liz assures me that the show only gets better from here on out!
I should have known she’d be right about my enjoying the show. She was the one who introduced me to Seinfeld (years before I ever watched the show, she’d call me up and tell me about an episode she’d just watched), she turned me on to Oz, and she’s been watching The Office from the beginning, so clearly she knows a good show when she sees one!
Someone (hi, Elaine!) recently sent me a Think Geek catalog. I’d been to Think Geek before, but not in a while, and I like having catalogs around to look through when whatever we’re watching is boring me.
I swear to you, if this t-shirt:
came in anything other than black, I would already own it. I laughed out loud when I saw that.
I also like Do Not Want! and You read my t-shirt. That’s enough social interaction for one day.
… must not buy t-shirts, no matter how funny they are. Must. NOT.
It only got to the mid-70s yesterday, and it was HEAVENLY. It won’t last – it’s supposed to go up into the lower 80s in a few days – but it was nice while it lasted, and I know it’s going to cool off soon enough. It was way less humid than it’s been, so I got a ton of towels and cleaning rags washed and hung out to dry, and they dried in record time.
You know how when the weather starts to get cooler, people tend to look around in surprise and say “WHERE did Summer go?!”
Ever notice no one EVER says “WHERE did Winter go?!”?
“Will the 11:10 box to Hell be leaving on time, please? I have a very important appointment with the Big Guy.”
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Just call us the three bears.
2004: small things that will remind me of my grandmother.
2003: Man, this whole running-a-business thing is strictly FOR THE FUCKING BIRDS.
2002: Fred (as if narrating a book): “She was a bitter-butted woman….”
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.