If I were to give my break from school a theme that's it: "Accidental Productivity."
Today, I have constructed four Rag Monsters. Two of which are already spoken for and only three of which are truly cute.
Then we went grocery shopping so we could actually have something to eat besides dry dog food. I only went under protest when my husband literally had to argue the merrits of making boxed potatoes without two of the three required mix-in ingredients. (One of which was water.)
The Aggie and I then operated in tandem to create a delicious dinner. He made the steaks and I made mushrooms. De-lish. He is quite the Grill Master.
Then I watched "The Darjeling Limited." (Reviews sucked, but I liked it. Theme of syblings being shits to each other and missing opportunities.)
While I watched, I sewed some glamorous adornments to my Rag Monsters.
Now I am trying to convince the Aggie to watch a chick flick be telling him that he will get to see the boobs of three gorgeous women -- Rachel Weiss, Isla Fisher and Elisabeth Banks. The movie is called "Definitely, Maybe" and there is absolutely no doubt that it's target audience possesses a bajingo.
Also? There are also no boobies, but I'm continuing with the ruse in hopes that the Aggie will start watching it, accidentally get interested and then only at the end say: "Hey, where were the tits? Did I miss the tits?"
I learned this trick from my friend Babs when I was living in Georgia. She convinced her husband to go see "Love, Actually" by telling him it was a Mr. Bean movie and there were sure to fart jokes. In her defense, the actor who plays Mr. Bean had a two-line bit-part in the movie. And her husband, in his words, "Didn't hate the movie." So I'm thinking that was a victory.
I'll let know if he notices the absence of breasts... if we even get that far.
Today, I have constructed four Rag Monsters. Two of which are already spoken for and only three of which are truly cute.
Then we went grocery shopping so we could actually have something to eat besides dry dog food. I only went under protest when my husband literally had to argue the merrits of making boxed potatoes without two of the three required mix-in ingredients. (One of which was water.)
The Aggie and I then operated in tandem to create a delicious dinner. He made the steaks and I made mushrooms. De-lish. He is quite the Grill Master.
Then I watched "The Darjeling Limited." (Reviews sucked, but I liked it. Theme of syblings being shits to each other and missing opportunities.)
While I watched, I sewed some glamorous adornments to my Rag Monsters.
Now I am trying to convince the Aggie to watch a chick flick be telling him that he will get to see the boobs of three gorgeous women -- Rachel Weiss, Isla Fisher and Elisabeth Banks. The movie is called "Definitely, Maybe" and there is absolutely no doubt that it's target audience possesses a bajingo.
Also? There are also no boobies, but I'm continuing with the ruse in hopes that the Aggie will start watching it, accidentally get interested and then only at the end say: "Hey, where were the tits? Did I miss the tits?"
I learned this trick from my friend Babs when I was living in Georgia. She convinced her husband to go see "Love, Actually" by telling him it was a Mr. Bean movie and there were sure to fart jokes. In her defense, the actor who plays Mr. Bean had a two-line bit-part in the movie. And her husband, in his words, "Didn't hate the movie." So I'm thinking that was a victory.
I'll let know if he notices the absence of breasts... if we even get that far.
3 comments:
the new blog is up my friend!
I noticed and was SO disappointed. But damn, Elizabeth Banks and Isla Fisher are hot. Rachel Weisz looks like she was rode hard and put up wet.
That's just cold, dude. Promise of tits and then no titties.
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