Silver Thread

The puppy peed right in the middle of the bed when we were trying to sleep last night. We threw off the sheets and covered the bed with a blanket and threw two more blankets on top. This morning, very early, my wife rolled over and took all the blankets with her. An hour later, I did the same thing to her. At five am, she took one blanket, I took the other, and we curled up on either side of the pee spot in our separate blankets.

The phone rang while I was eating a bowl of cereal. As I said hello, I choked on my cereal. I couldn’t even say anything, I just coughed and gagged and handed the phone to my wife. I’ve been blowing bits of frosted mini-wheats out of my nose ever since.

The major project that I’ve been working on for weeks on end (I’m a graphic designer, like Clint) is done today. I’m so excited! I want to celebrate! If they don’t take us out to lunch today, I’m going to be so upset, I’ll probably cry.

Not that I need to eat more. The last few weeks have been full of crunch-time eating, and I’ve gained back some of my lost poundage. Not enough to be noticeable, but enough so that I feel uncomfortable. No more Coke and donuts for a while.

The AV Club does a Friday Q&A and I like to answer it myself when it’s a good question, because I’m so important and all that. This week was about crushes on fictional characters. Man, that’s easy. I’ve always loved Psylocke from the X-Men. And Kate Beckinsale, when I first saw her as Hero in Much Ado About Nothing. And Daisy Duke. And Erin Grey from Buck Rogers. And The Little Mermaid. Those shells! And I always thought I’d get along with Sarah from Labyrinth. Most of these are crushes from my youth. Yes, I’m a dirty old man.