There is really nothing happening in my life right now that wouldn't bore you to death. I can't think of anything else to do but make one big list of things that, like I said, will bore you to death. I am sorry if I am the cause of your head slumping over and your boss yelling at you. I am sorry if I break your keyboard because the weight of your head just smashes it. But I feel I must blog, and there it is. I am boring, I must blog, hence, I must blog about boring things.
- Sam and I bought and made a new dresser on Saturday. Like all our other furniture that isn't handed down from people with more money, it's an IKEA creation, and we actually quite like it for what it's meant to do, which is hold our unmentionables and hold up the TV in our bedroom. It's not a very complicated job, and when we have guests over, we close the bedroom door, so it's not even that attractive. But who cares? It's doing a fine job on the underwear.
- Last night, my sister and I made fried zucchini, which is my mom's favorite way to eat it. Given my earlier tussles with squash--Remember the baked acorn squash debacle? I do.--I wasn't very optimistic, except that what other way could this be edible except to bread it and saute it in a nice bed of olive. But yeah, it wasn't that good. I think I might be giving up on squash for once and for all. I'll never buy a squash again.
- We also drove to DQ last night, which will hopefully be the last time I ever have to drive to DQ. The one down the street is supposedly opening on Weds. The rest of this summer will play out like this: bike riding v. copious amounts of soft serve. The battle will be centered around my stomach, literally and figuratively.
- It looks like this fantasy football thing is actually happening. (Every time I type fantasy, I type a t before the y. F-a-n-t-a-s-t-y. I'm always thinking with my stomach, apparently.) I'm very excited, but I do really still need two girls. Anyone? Anyone? (C'mon, Kate, you know you wanna be the fluke winner girl.)
- Sam and I made a deal on Saturday, and it goes like this:
- Him: Ew Cats. We're never getting a cat.
- Me: Fine, we're never getting a dog then.
- Him: Fine, if that's what it takes to avoid a cat.
- Me: Looks like we're going to be lonely pet-less losers in our dotage.
- So how about those Cubs?
- So how about those Bears?
- Can I be done now? I'm lamely out of even boring things to say. It must be the combined effect of football studying (yes, I'm poring over the literature, figuring out my draft) and crosswords (I've graduated to the NYT Sundays, and they're kicking my ass all over the place--mostly to the back of the book, to look at the answers) that's melting my brain and making me exceedingly uninteresting. It'll never happen again, I promise. Until tomorrow, when I have blog again.
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