Is it just me, or is this month going by really quickly?
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I’m pleased to announce that my father is home from the hospital – they let him go home yesterday afternoon. He’s still not feeling 100%, obviously, but like I told my mother, it’s always more comfortable to feel like crap in your own home than in the hospital.
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Scene: Saturday night, in the living room, watching the latest Harry Potter.
Robyn: Oh, pause this for a moment. (Fred pauses the movie) Did you hear that the head Sopranos guy –
Fred: David Chase?
Robyn: Yeah. He said he was amazed by the fact that so many people were like “Well, we didn’t actually SEE Adriana die, she might not really be dead!” And he said “No, that’s ridiculous. She’s DEAD, people!”
Fred: Really?
Robyn: Yeah.
(Silence)
Robyn: Okay, you can restart the movie.
(Good movie, by the way. It might have been almost three hours long, but it didn’t feel like it. And is it just me, or is Daniel Radcliffe becoming a strikingly unpleasant young fellow to look at? But then, I guess there’s nothing in the books that says he’s good-looking, is there?)
Scene: Sunday night, in the living room, watching the credits for The Sopranos.
Fred: (pauses the show) (DVRs are THE SHIT) Hey, David Chase said that he was blown away by how many people kept pointing out that we never actually saw Adriana die, and they want to believe she’s still around.
Robyn: (checking for signs of amusement; none visible) Really.
Fred: Yes! (Looks proud of himself for the scoop)
Robyn: That’s amazing.
Fred: I know, isn’t it? I guess people like Adriana more than he realized!
Robyn: That is an amazing and scintillating fact, right there.
Fred: I know.
Robyn: Where’d you hear such an interesting fact?
Fred: (stares off into space) I think I read it on (catches sight of the look on my face) Oh. Did you tell me that?
Robyn: Yes. LAST NIGHT.
Fred: Are you sure? I think I must have sent you the link that said that.
Robyn: You heard it from ME, baby. (He does this all the time, quoting me to myself as though he’d heard or read it somewhere else. Of course, I do the same thing, sometimes.)
Fred: Oh. (Restarts show)
That episode of The Sopranos was something, wasn’t it? I was a little disappointed that so much of the show focused on characters we didn’t know and don’t care about, but I guess it was just a way of showing how the mafia works. They weren’t kidding when they said you didn’t want to miss the last three minutes of the show. I knew about thirty seconds before it happened, what was going to happen, but I was so caught up in what was going on that I couldn’t do my usual annoying-person-who-guesses-the-ending thing of yelling out “It’s the butler! In the library! With a bottle of Chardonnay!”
But I knew what was going to happen. I did! And it did!
I should become a screenwriter.
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We’ve started watching season 2 of CSI in the evenings, starting at 6:00. We watch an episode of that, then usually tune into whatever show we’re planning on watching (tonight’s show is 24, so we might watch two episodes of CSI before 24 comes on), and so last night at a few minutes after 6:00, Fred yelled “Are you ready?” from the living room.
“I’ll be in in a minute!” I yelled back, and finished whatever I was doing. It took me about five minutes, and when I walked silently into the living room, Fred didn’t hear me. He was sitting on the couch, Tom Cullen on a pillow in his lap. Tom was laying on his back, one paw in the air to praise the lord, and Fred was singing.
“It’s Mister Boogers’ Lazy Cat’s Club Band!” he sang. “We hope you will enjoy the show. Mister Boogers’ Lazy Cat’s Club Band, sit back and let the catnip flow!”
He caught sight of me, grinned, and said “Ready for CSI?”
I don’t believe I’ve mentioned this, have I? I sure do love that man.
(That Tommy, too.)
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Waiting for his Daddy to come back inside from the garage.
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“Let me out! Let me out! I want to be with my daddy!”
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Previously
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: Y’know, sometimes I wonder how I make it through the world, clueless as I am.
2002: Her portly butt probably cut off the circulation to something important.
2001: I should have her arrested.
2000: Work was just heavenly today.]]>