Murder Couple had a fight last week. I’m not sure what happened, but I was out watering some plants when they came walking by. Lady killer was striding about 10 feet in front of her limping male counterpart, and looked like she had some plans for his eyeballs and a decorative jar. (Are they suffering from the stress and deprivation associated with a cooling off period? Did she do something to his foot? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS FOOT?) Anyhoo, because I know how to protect myself from serial killers, I knew to a) have my strongest body parts ready for a counterattack, and b) run away. As I was running toward the backyard, I contemplated how I might use my armpits in a counterattack. Just hold my arms up? Waft a little? Pungent headlock?
2.0 did some entertaining on the weekend. He gave me the following shopping list for his party:
Such simple needs, yes? As I was leaving for the store he hollered, “Hey, honey? Get a little something for yourself while you’re out, okay Little Lady?” What is it like, I wonder? Believing it’s still 1964… Thankfully, I was able to track down every item on the list, and the soirée was a success. So successful that 2.0 managed to lose his shoes and his cell phone. But we found a Blackberry in the kitchen the next morning, so things balanced out.
Someone knows how to write a headline:My brother, Adopamop, lives in France with my sister-practically-in-law, Isa, and their three adorable children. Isa was born and raised in France, which makes everything she says sound very fancy, and everything she does seem very exotic. Yes, she’s using nail clippers, but they’re FRENCH nail clippers.
Today, as I flipped through some television channels, I was reminded of the time Isa came to Nova Scotia for four weeks. You learn a lot about person when they crash in your country for a month. Isa had a guilty pleasure: American television shows. Not the good ones – the really embarrassing ones. She was absolutely captivated by shows like The Maury Povich Show, The Bachelor, and Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy.
Thus, a typical conversation with Isa during her stay would go something like this:
Isa: You are here just in time! There is a DNA special on Maury today!
movita: Oh, Isa, it’s not a special. Every day is DNA Day on Maury.
Isa: Oh my goodness, you must come and see! The World’s Big Fat American Loser is on!
movita: I think you mean The Biggest Loser.
Isa: Ah, yes. The big losers are on the tv.
Isa: Come here. Sit beside me. There is a DNA special on Maury today. I think you should watch.
movita: Isa, it’s not a special when it’s on EVERY day.
Isa: Oh good! The World’s Favourite American Loser Person Show is on. Sit and watch with me!
movita: The Biggest Loser, Isa. THE BIGGEST LOSER.
Isa: Where are you going? Maury is doing a special on paternity today.
movita: Is it a DNA special?
Isa: Yes! How did you guess?
Isa: Guess what’s on!
movita: Are we still doing this?
Gosh, I miss Isa.