Right. . . Sunday again. This week has flown by. And I shall tell you why. And then you may, if you must, claw your eyes out with boredom.
I’ve started going to the gym with Bart in the morning which hasn’t killed me yet. It makes it much easier to go every day because I rarely have social engagements in the morning, so nothing gets in the way. One strange side-effect of going in the morning is that as soon as I’ve gone, I feel like the day is taken care of. It’s a weird feeling on Tuesday morning at 7:00 a.m. to think the week is already almost half over. And then realize basically only one day is down.
We’re only two episodes from the end of 24 and it’s so good. Seriously, if you haven’t watched 24, you are missing out; Kiefer Sutherland will change your life. Also, take over your life, because you will find yourself thinking about Jack Bauer all the time. You may also find yourself whispering in a growly voice to your husband: “There is no TIME!” and “Just do it, Tony.” Fortunately, we are the current possessors of season 3, 4, and 5, thanks to Bart’s boss.
I also am ALMOST done with my grad school application, which is a big relief. Only one lousy little statement of purpose stands between me and freedom (freedom which will be ripped away from me, should I actually get in). Of course, I will be thrilled beyond measure should that letter saying “you’re in! Pay tuition!” arrive in the mail.
And then there has been church stuff; we had a baby shower/dinner out dealy on Thursday night and then a picnic/swim party on Friday night. It was good fun, except that being in a pool makes me cold, always. I am at a loss as to why they would serve SNOW CONES at this party. Hello! Lips are blue! Why did someone not suggest renting a hot chocolate machine instead? (Bart requests I point out that I drank half of his melty sour grape snow cone on the drive home, but I would like to remind him that by this time I was dry and sitting in a car that had been heated by the gentle (ha!) Texas sun and humidity for three hours).
Last night we went to Brian and Ralphie’s house and watched “Premonition” which was a shockingly terrible movie. The ending was just terrible. Then, we watched the alternate ending; it was worse. As Brian said, “I didn’t think there could have been a worse ending. I have been proved wrong.” Also, a head rolling out of dropped coffin is usually a COMEDY technique, not something used in a supposedly “smart-thriller.”
And I finally got my hands on a copy of “Eclipse.” So, there’s that.