1. For some unknown reason, Georgie has gotten into the habit of stripping down to his boxers (sidebar: there is pretty much nothing cuter than a little boy in boxers!) immediately upon entering the house at the end of the day. While it strikes me as nothing more than eccentric, my mother in law inquired as to where he learned to do that. Hmmm…not sure. Rich doesn’t do. Harrison doesn’t do it. I certainly don’t do it. I just chalk it up to Georgie being Georgie.
2. When faced with a pause in conversation, all anyone seems to be able to talk about is Michael Jackson (he’s dead) and the persistent (and obnoxious) rain. I have no interest in discussing either topic. In fact, I want to talk about Farrah. Really. And did anyone know that she was only on “Charlie’s Angels” for one season? She fought the fight and got totally dissed in the celebrity death pool. Ain’t right.
3. I know I just avowed to being disinterested in the rain, but I do have to note that I fully believe that the only meteorological explanation for the unseasonably cold temperatures is that I put in central air. Had I not, we’d have been facing the hottest summer to hit the Northeast in centuries. Of that I am confident.
4. I have a dear friend who made the mistake of letting some of us know that she was embarking on a healthy eating plan. Since her “announcement” (it wasn’t really an announcement, but has managed to take on a life of its own) she has been bombarded with unsolicited advise from those of us who are WW (that’s Weight Watchers for those of you living under a rock) disciples. I’m guessing she wishes she’d just quietly ditched the fries for carrot sticks…
5. First letter received from Harrison while at camp:
Dear Mom and Dad (this is an improvement over years past when he only wrote Dear Mom),
I’m at camp. It is raining. Mom made me overpack.
Love,
Harrison
My issue with this letter?
a. I didn’t make him overpack. In fact, I had virtually nothing to do with his packing. He packed himself.
b. We just spent over $4K on camp…and this is what I get?
6. Last night I bumped into the father (whom I haven’t seen in 35 years) of a friend (whom I haven’t seen in 35 years.) At that very moment, that friend was having dinner with my brother (who also had not seen her in 35 years.) C’mon, that’s bizarre.
7. Now that I have decided to do something with my resume other than have it sit on my laptop I am, for some unknown reason, unable to copy and paste it. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
8. Last night Rich got angry with me for gettting angry with him. I wasn’t really angry, I was tired and irked. Then he got angry so now I am angry. No, not really, still irked. No, not even irked. Cannot even remember what it was about.
9. At 7:30 tomorrow morning I will be taking a little pill so that I will not get up and walk away when they call my name at the MRI center. I am seeking confirmation on the herniated disc in my back. And the pinched nerve. And, yes, I know not to open my eyes. I am then planning on going to the gym. I’ll be the one wondering why the elliptical machine isn’t going anywhere…but I’ll be happy.
10. I still hate my cat. He still hates me. I know this because his attacks against me have not diminished. Rather, they have increased and he seems to be getting more and more pleasure out of it.
11. Overheard on Phinneas and Ferb: “You may have my underpants. They just got very messy” This, for some reason, cracked me up. Another laugh out loud moment, this one from “Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs”: “Sometimes I pee in my bed” with the retort: “Sometimes I pee in your bed.” Yes, I notice the theme.
12. I miss Georgie’s phraseology of choice last week — he was calling everybody “cupcake”. Rich tried it, too. It didn’t work out as well for him.
13. Tomorrow I am participating in a focus group for which I will share my opinions for 90 minutes, collect a crisp $100 for doing so and call it a day. So what if I had to stretch the truth a little about my Pop Tart buying habits? I am still a woman of integrity. And grit. Really.
14. I admit to actively missing “The Real Housewives of New Jersey”. At this point, I’d settle for “The Real Housewives of Duluth”. Makes me bitter about summer television.
15. Oh, oh, oh, I just remembered that today is Wednesday and I’ve been promised an all new “Wipeout” tonight. All is good with the world.
