Back from Blunch with Perkins and Sparky. Emmett kept himself busy by making his Harpo gurn in the mirror during breakfast. He managed to dump his pancakes in his lap, but he was mostly done with them by then anyway. Perkins treated us. Nice!
Now Emmett's drawing pictures from Capt. Underpants, and I'm doing laundry and wrestling with our lineup for today's game.
Then Emmett's going to his Mom's house tonight (even though he's on my schedule this weekend), so JZ and I can go do hot tubs together in Berkeley and celebrate the one year thang.
Dear Abby,
My feet smell alright, but I do rather like Jews.
Am I a racist?
I officially feel like hell. I'm exhausted and achy. Perhaps I wrestled a bear in my sleep. Bah.
Ooh, Susan. Can you like, drape them with cloth or something? Good luck.
David, I did one load of laundry yesterday! Not as many as I need to, but all I had quarters for. It'll get me to Monday, when I'll have the oomph to go get more quarters. So, who is this friend who's had sex scenes with Gina Gershon? Wha?
I wanted to do laundry today, but my daughter has hidden the laundry card from me, again. One of these days I'll actually get to do laundry on the day I want to do it.
I'm rewatching
Top Gun
after many many moons.
Gayest. Movie. EVAH.
"This gives me a hard-on."
"Don't tease me."
Heh. That's one of my favorite movies, too, Aimee. For some reason, I don't have a copy of it and I should.
"Where'd he go?"
And Wolfman says, "Where'd who go?"
Huh, I hated
Top Gun.
Maybe I should give it another try someday. Mostly I don't really like Tom Cruise and that hasn't changed.
I have water again thanks to handyman hubby. This means I must also do laundry.