Well, another weekend has come and gone and Monday is here, hotter than hell already!
One day, while we were having the house painted, there was a knock at the front door. A pleasant looking woman stood there, clipboard in hand and asked for either me or Carlos by name.
I asked what she needed and she said she was here from the County tax assessment office to measure our pool. Our. Pool.
I was a bit taken aback, because, well, although we've only lived here two years I was nearly 100% certain that we didn't have a pool. And I told Pleasant Looking Woman just that.
Are you sure?
Well, I said, if we had a pool you would have found me in it by now.
I wish we had a pool today!
Yesterday we went to see the new Harry Potter movie. It was good; I always like Harry Potter, mostly because I spend the rest of the day walking around and saying Pott-ah for no reason. But it really felt like it was merely a set-up to the next two, the last two, movies to come. Good, not great.
Now, however, as we're sitting there, waiting for the film to start, they flash the Silence Your Cell Phones Now Please sign on the screen. I was thrilled to see the woman next to me open her purse, scoop out her phone and, well, not turn it off, but turn off the ringer. Silence. I get it now. I was ready to thank her because it always seems that a phone goes off in the movie theater these days.
But, during the movie, she must have opened her purse ten or fifteen times to see if she'd gotten a call. And every time that bag opened and she checked her phone, a light so bright poured out of her purse I thought that I was Carol Ann and it was Poltergeist.
Go into the light, Carol Ann. Go into the light.
I was a'scurred a'that light.
Carlos took me to the movies.
Carlos made dinner. [Although to be fair the chicken was a little undercooked and had to be grilled a bit longer.]
Carlos cleaned the kitchen.
Carlos cleaned the bathroom.
I played Queen For A Day.
Carlos is still paying for Chicken-Carlos-Car Accident.
I am still not at liberty to say more.
I watched the Next Food Network Star.
Debbie got booted. I hate Debbie.
She's a liar. She's a crier.
One challenge was a group challenge and she was in charge of the cash. At the grocery store they came in over-budget and she made everyone on her team put something back while she kept all her ingredients. Then she lied to the judges about it and cried that they would question her integrity.
She was on another group challenge and only worked on her food while the rest of the team worked together and worked the room. She cried then, too.
Last week she was told she had to use anchovies, olives and capers in her food. She forgot the capers and, when questioned, she, oh, I don't know, lied about having to use capers. She said they were in the dressing; she said she didn't have capers; she said she forgot them.
Lied. Integrity. Cried.
Nathan is just the cutest little thing. I want to carry him around in my pocket and then take him out whenever I need a smile. He is so adorkable. Carlos doesn't get adorkable, but if he gets me Nathan for Christmas it'll be. The. Best. Christmas. Ever.
And then there's Dan.
I want Dan to come redo my kitchen all by himself and let me watch. And as he works and works and bends over and wears those jeans for weeks on end, I'll watch.
Then, when he's done, I'll say something like, You know, I think Asian Modern was the wrong way to go. Can we change to Tuscan-French Country.
And he'd work. and I'd watch. And he'd finish. And I'd say.
I'm not really feeling the Tuscan-French Country. How about New York Loft-slash-Bible Belt Chic?
And it goes on.