Hil, I did not expect that. How is it that Lifetime movies are so terrible? I can only imagine that they're written for people who aren't really paying attention to the story, and are only kinda watching as they run about doing busy things. This is how my sister used to watch movies. Jumping up every 2 minutes to rush off and do something, falling asleep 20 minutes in, waking up ten minutes from the ending, asking what happened? They need movies with a simple plot, few and simple characters easily distinguished from each other, much repetition and exposition, short scenes, and direct dialog. This is my theory, which I just made up.

Wait, the imaginary friend isn't the husband's mistress, she's an old patient of his, who has multiple personality disorder. But he was having an affair with her, too. And she told the wife what was going on, and the two of them are now teaming up to make the husband think that he's crazy.

Okay, forget the "simple plot" part of my theory.

Once in a while, I've enjoyed one. But it's pretty rare. they generally seem to have some embarrassing moral they want to hammer home. Dear Married Editor Who Flirts With Me: You want to turn me on by talking about me in the shower, and making juvenile "wet" jokes. Are you *kidding*? I like you, kinda, but hang onto your wife like grim death. your protegee, e.

Tom and I spent most of the afternoon lounging around and then I actually got him out the door to go into the Marigny to a club called Siberia, which serves "Slavic soul food." which means pierogi and strogonoff and paprikash! My idea of walking down a few blocks to wander around Frenchmen Street was rejected, but still, glad to get him out and about.

We are all settled in at the beach house. This house is so swanky, y'all, it has an *elevator.* I am not even joking. Our bedroom is on the second floor and goes out onto a huge veranda. This is way too nice for the likes of us. My headache is basically gone -- it was more or less abated by yesterday evening, and today it's just done that weird thing where I'm fine for hours, and then get a little flutter of pain, and then I'm fine again. So it's basically gone.

For those not on FB, here are a few pictures from our trip:

The ocean-facing side of the house (and Tim). Seriously, swanky as HELL.

The pier behind the Jolly Roger hotel.

The view from our bedroom's veranda, just as it started getting dark.

Super swanky! Glad you're having a good time.

Mmm, I want Slavic soul food.

I actually got him out the door to go into the Marigny to a club called Siberia, which serves "Slavic soul food."

Wait, what? 1) Siberia serves food and 2) You got Tom to go there? Wow.

And congrats, Tom was more social than I today. I went to Doggies and Donuts and that's it. Damn panic attack.

Fuuuuck, Steph, those pictures are hitting me hard. The Carolina coast is so beautiful. I hope you have a great vacation!

The pier behind the Jolly Roger hotel.

Hey, it's almost as if we were at the same ocean today! [link]

Wait, what? 1) Siberia serves food and 2) You got Tom to go there? Wow.

Heh. This guy, Matt, used to go under the name of "Streats McGee" and do a pop-up at Cafe Rani Uptown. Now he has a full time gig at Siberia for the last couple of months (since the beginning of April, I believe.) Also, we were there EARLY to the kind of weird song and storytelling stylings of the free "dinner show" courtesy of a Mr. Ratty Scurvics. (who actually sounds a lot like the guy who's in the New Orleans Bingo! Show.)

I really wanted to do something different and (hopefully) fun this weekend, so I'm glad we went. We were home by 8, before the craziness really started there.