A LITTLE BIT OF THIS

i have deduced that we have a ghost in our tivo.

i really don't know what's going on, but every day there is a whole new batch of roseanne reruns and tyler perry presents meet the browns waiting for me patiently in the dvr queue. and i'm like, hi, tyler perry and the browns, it's nice to meet you, but what are you doing in here? tyler perry and/or the browns have yet to respond. it's such a mystery! (p.s., thank you, tyler perry, for presenting and introducing me to the browns. so thoughtful of you!)

since moving to our new apartment, huck and i have had a huge old uphill trek to get to just about anywhere. part of this is my refusal to find a new dry cleaner (but i like my dry cleaner!) and part of this is the fact that trader joe's is cheaper than everywhere else. (five dollars for a box of cereal is the going rate out here. does this not alarm you?) i have it on good authority that my butt will thank me. but thank me for what?

the holbsromancer and i had a wonderful date night planned for tonight, oh it was going to be lovely. a live show at the upright citizens brigade and maybe dessert after, and i was going to wear the dress i got at the flea market last year, but at the last minute the babysitter situation got all flubbed. i think it was my fault. i was at the drugstore when i got the call and i thought i'd be all sweet and rent us a movie instead. the red box had super 8. rock on! good wife, pats on the back!

when i got home the holbs was drinking a mountain dew, which is code for "i've been to the drugstore." i knew what he would say before he even opened his mouth.

"i rented us a movie!" he said. oh he was so proud. good husband, rock on! pats on the back! 

i sighed and said, "yeah. i rented super 8 too."

"you rented super 8 too?!"

but isn't that sort of cute in a nauseatingly sick kind of way? (we watched his copy, because sometimes husbands should win, too.)

these days, huck and i are doing an awful lot of puppy scouting. puppy scouting is what you do when you've got nothing else to do but you really need to be outside and can't think of a better reason to leave the apartment.

when you see a puppy while puppy scouting you point and say, "puppy!" or also "tah!" which is huck-speak for everything. (it's a fairly sophisticated language.) and then i try to con the puppy owner into letting me love their pup up all over. huck doesn't get to pet puppies yet, oh no. he pets them vicariously through me. safety first, suckers!

all of which to say, there was a yiddish section on jeopardy! (!) last night, and not to brag or anything, but i totally killed it.