Tessa,
So you were right: for a couple with a one bedroom apartment, we have been hosting an awful lot of people lately. My Brother, Sister, and Girlfriend of Brother, down from MN the weekend before last. My Mother/Father combo last weekend. Then, last night, I decided our friends should come over and watch basketball with us, and that I shouldn't tell you about it until an hour before tipoff.
Tessa: "Why are you making so many nachos?"
David: "It's not so many nachos."
Tessa: "It's a lot of nachos."
David: "Enough for 8 people?"
Tessa: "Aw, crap."
A doctor once told me that men with attention deficit disorder should kiss their wives feet every night before bed. There's real wisdom here.
So I thought I'd try to have a quiet Tuesday afternoon before The Interview later this evening. "The Interview" sounds like a bad Michael Douglas movie. Nope, just Googled it. It's a bad Steve Buscemi movie. Truth be told, Steve Buscemi wouldn't be half as likable as an actor if he had good teeth.
While we're on the topic of movies, I was at the Red Box the other night and noticed something. Just try and tell me I'm seeing things:
I'm not, right? I mean, it's not like I found their dopplegangers, but there's a likeness there. Somebody's art department was asleep at the wheel on this one. How many people forgot their glasses when they went to the nearest Red Box and wound up with the wrong movie, I wonder? You're sitting down, ready to see an inspirational tale of an unlikely youth overcoming life's obstacles, and -- BAM! -- you're watching Precious instead.
Okay. Going to play soccer.
I Heart You
