Attention, viewers of Sister Wives – there was a Sister Wives special on Sunday night. I didn’t know about it and my DVR didn’t catch it, Amy just happened to mention it on Facebook, and I ran downstairs to see that I’d missed the first 45 minutes of it. Luckily, it was on again a few hours later, so I set it up to tape. It’s on again Wednesday night, and so are all the shows. I actually missed show #6 (where Christine stormed off the set), so I’ll be taping that to watch, even though I think I’ve seen it all through the clips they showed on Oprah and the ones they showed on the special.
I watched the special yesterday, and it was interesting, though I certainly didn’t learn anything new. The whole idea of polygamy still boggles my mind (did I mention I don’t like to share?), and all the women seem likable enough (Christine seems a bit high maintenance), though I do wonder why on earth they took up with Kody, who I think wants to come across as an affable dork but I believe has a bit of the asshole about him.
Here’s a note to all men with receding hairlines – growing your hair long and poufing it out does not, you may be amazed to hear, disguise your receding hairline. Cut your damn hair short and embrace your receding hairline, goddamnit.
Sister Wives has been signed for a second season, and you know I’ll be there with bells on.
Not only was Sunday Halloween, it was also our 12th anniversary. To be honest, if sweet reader Loretta hadn’t sent me an e-card Saturday night, I probably would have gotten to about mid-day Sunday before I remembered. We don’t, I guess you can tell, make a big deal about it most years. We went up to Tennessee to the Dog Days Flea Market, came home, hung around, had meatloaf and mashed potatoes for Sunday dinner, I did laundry, Fred took a nap on the couch, and we snuggled with kittens.
A pretty good way to spend our anniversary, if you ask me.
I suggested to Fred that we start saving up to go somewhere special for our 15th anniversary. The last time I started saving to go somewhere for our anniversary – our 10th – I had a nice amount socked away, and then we bought this house. We ended up spending all of that savings I’d put away on renovating the house, and I certainly don’t regret that. This house ended up being a good 10th anniversary gift to ourselves!
I’d love to go to Scotland or Australia for our 15th anniversary, but I think I’d be lucky to get Fred out of the state, let alone the country. Maybe I could talk him into a trip to the Northwest. Or Canada! (Yeah, it’s another country, but it’s not THAT far.)
I do love my Canoodlians.
Saturday, we went to Big Lots to see if they had It (the TV miniseries from 20 years ago) on DVD (Fred’s rereading the book, and has become obsessed with seeing the miniseries again), and while we were there, I wandered over to look at the Halloween section. All the Halloween stuff was half price, so I bought a few things. Then when we got home, I tossed the Halloween stuff on the counter and ignored it, as is my way.
Then late Sunday, I set up a fancy studio and began snapping pictures. Please do not be jealous of my fancy photo studio.
Apparently the best way to get a picture of a kitten wearing a hat is to wait ’til the kitten falls asleep and place the hat on his head so gently that he doesn’t realize it’s there. I’ll be keeping that in mind for next year.
You know who I hardly ever get pictures of, and who is the sweetest, friendliest, most adoptable, should-be-snatched-up-in-10-seconds-flat cat in (temporary) residence? Rhyme, that’s who. I’m going to remedy that this week. In fact, maybe I can get enough awesome pictures of his awesome self for tomorrow’s post, and maybe someone will be mindlessly surfing the internet and stumble across the post about him, fall instantly in love, and set about adopting him.
Wouldn’t that be cool?
Loony Jake seems none the worse for wear after being shoved into that chicken costume. Over at Flickr, Christy called him “El Pollo Loco”, and I laughed out loud.
Previously
2009: “I heard they was servin’ chocolate pudding at the Senior Center. Outta my WAY!”
2008: No entry.
2007: How’sabout you win us $100 billion in the lottery and we’ll negotiate the terms after that, foolio!
2006: No entry.
2005: He’s a class act, that Vincent Gallo
2004: “Squee!” it reiterated. “Squee! Squee! Squee!”
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Is it just me, or do you get pissed off when you’re the victim of unexpected pain?
2000: No entry.
1999: Damn that Halloween candy!