I need a vest and a set of hand-cymbals. And a hat with tiny bells all over it, that straps under my chin.
At least there was one "Glee" question
Folks, I am fairly confident that this will not be the year I get on Jeopardy. It seemed much harder this year; I don't even think I got the Pop Culture music question right. AND I forgot James Patterson's name. But there was one question, the answer of which was "Glee", and for that I am grateful. At any rate, the whole process is ridiculously - and heart-shakingly - fun. I was at my parents... watched the regular 6pm episode with them, failing to be impressive, to which my father remarked, "Um, you are screwed."
In my defense, both of them - and all three contestants - failed to correctly identify last night's Final Jeopardy question, on 19th Century Literature. Something like, "This book opens up with [this is not accurate, fyi] 'When I woke, I knew I was in the Carpathians'." I said "I don't know why, but I really think this is Dracula." My mom was all, "Hun uh, it is Gulliver's Travels." I think she was confusing Carpathians and Lillputians. Silly rabbit.
I was right. But I still didn't make it, I don't think.
The rest of the night
I ate spaghetti with my mom and dad, making me feel like I was in the 11th grade, and then Husband picked me up and took me home. Where the boys - get this - decided to clean up the living room. They were vacuuming when I walked in the door. It was absolutely nuts, and fabulous.
I did Wii Fit for about an hour and collapsed in the bed, reading/listening to an audiobook (Rhett Butler's People, very "meh") for a few minutes before passing out.
In Other News
Right before I left work yesterday, my boss had all her Krewe people over, looking at costumes. As I was saying goodbye, she told the Queen, "She [pointing at me] is singing the Star Spangled Banner ofr us," which brought on many ooohs and ahhhs.
Perhaps I am singing it.
I had told my mother about this, and my mother was like, "why would you do this? What's in it for you?"
"Well, she gave me a banana," I said.
I think I might be my boss's little monkey.
That's a good place to leave this. You want another discussion topic? Choose between: 1) Why it's lame to be your boss's little monkey, and 2) Grilled cheese with bacon or ham, or without.
Folks, I am fairly confident that this will not be the year I get on Jeopardy. It seemed much harder this year; I don't even think I got the Pop Culture music question right. AND I forgot James Patterson's name. But there was one question, the answer of which was "Glee", and for that I am grateful. At any rate, the whole process is ridiculously - and heart-shakingly - fun. I was at my parents... watched the regular 6pm episode with them, failing to be impressive, to which my father remarked, "Um, you are screwed."
In my defense, both of them - and all three contestants - failed to correctly identify last night's Final Jeopardy question, on 19th Century Literature. Something like, "This book opens up with [this is not accurate, fyi] 'When I woke, I knew I was in the Carpathians'." I said "I don't know why, but I really think this is Dracula." My mom was all, "Hun uh, it is Gulliver's Travels." I think she was confusing Carpathians and Lillputians. Silly rabbit.
I was right. But I still didn't make it, I don't think.
The rest of the night
I ate spaghetti with my mom and dad, making me feel like I was in the 11th grade, and then Husband picked me up and took me home. Where the boys - get this - decided to clean up the living room. They were vacuuming when I walked in the door. It was absolutely nuts, and fabulous.
I did Wii Fit for about an hour and collapsed in the bed, reading/listening to an audiobook (Rhett Butler's People, very "meh") for a few minutes before passing out.
In Other News
Right before I left work yesterday, my boss had all her Krewe people over, looking at costumes. As I was saying goodbye, she told the Queen, "She [pointing at me] is singing the Star Spangled Banner ofr us," which brought on many ooohs and ahhhs.
Perhaps I am singing it.
I had told my mother about this, and my mother was like, "why would you do this? What's in it for you?"
"Well, she gave me a banana," I said.
I think I might be my boss's little monkey.
That's a good place to leave this. You want another discussion topic? Choose between: 1) Why it's lame to be your boss's little monkey, and 2) Grilled cheese with bacon or ham, or without.
I am obligated to say "without," but even I know that bacon makes everything yummier.
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Everything's better with bacon... DUH!
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