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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I like Colin Firth way better than Jeff Bridges. Sorry, Jeff, Colin was Mr. (& Mark!) Darcy, you weren't.
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Rick and I are in the car, listening to the radio, when a diet program ad comes on. It is a diet program I have never heard of, and they seem to be marketing to a particular demographic because the woman is talking like this (I cannot even begin to type the [...] Somehow I missed your sixth birthday. Okay, not somehow, really, I knew it was coming up, I just neglected to commemorate it. I neglected to blog for two months. If there was a blog protective services, they would have taken you away long ago, because I am a bad blogger. Amelia and Sage are in London with their mom for June and part of July, so Rick and I pass info from them back and forth as we get it (him from phone calls, me from Facebook). This morning’s conversation degenerated quickly. Rick and I were drunkenly filling out brackets for March Madness last night. He picks based on the actual team’s record, I go on instinct with a strong preference for funny mascot names and with a bias for Pittsburgh teams. When we were finished, we compared brackets and discovered that although we had some wild [...] I was rudely awakened at 5 AM this morning by a flick to the head. When I asked Rick why in the hell he had done that (after a brief interval of crying, because seriously, one minute I was dreaming and there was a little conflict happening in my dream anyway, and then the next [...] Rick: “Hey, did you see that commercial? The one where you can put any picture on a stamp? Probably they don’t mean any photo, probably they wouldn’t let you use a picture of an erect penis, but still, you could have a stamp with your kitties on it or something.” Hey, you know what I got for my birthday? (Aside from that really cool Monday Night Football Steelers win over the Ravens in overtime that happened after midnight and thus technically on my birthday.) A cold! Actually, Rick got the cold that Monday when we were watching the game, and after I spent all day [...] (Because that sounds nicer than: How I know Rick is well-trained.) Sitting in traffic on the way home from Manhattan Friday night, I extended one finger to within an inch of Rick’s leg and said “Not touching you.” He quickly moved his leg so that I was touching him. I pulled my finger back and looked out the window on my side of the car, waiting [...] |
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