* * * I stayed up later than usual last night, because Fred had picked two and a half pounds of green beans, and I didn’t get them all snapped before bedtime. So once he went off to bed, I settled in on the couch, watched Big Love, and snapped away. I really like Big Love, I have to say, even though the idea of polygamy (heh – I almost typed “polygamory”) and the idea that people could be happy in that lifestyle blows my mind. I’ll be honest, as someone who doesn’t share well with others, the idea of sharing my husband with other women (except for his Bitchez, of course) makes me cranky. I don’t get polygamy, and the two most smackable faces in all of Hollywood (Bill Paxton* and Chloe Sevigny) star in it, but I really, really like the show. Odd, no? *Just thinking about Bill Paxton in Twister howling “We’re going INNNNNNNN!” drives me right to the edge of a homicidal rage.
Hellew.
They TAUNT me, do you see? With the rolling around looking so cute my head explodes? And then I reach out to pet them and they hop up and run away. They will be the death of me.
I mean, COME ON! They walk up and sniff my knee, and then they won’t let me pet them? Is this FAIR?
Disapproves of “this Koontz fellow.”
“I are… about this tall. No, a little taller! No, that’s right. This tall. I are this tall!”
