After sending out all of my anti-winter CD mixes, I realized that one of the tracks has a certain four-letter word in it. I realized this as I was listening to my own copy in the car. And oddly enough, upon this realization, I uttered a four-letter word to express my embarrassment. Sorry everybody. May I offer a suggestion? If you choose to listen to the song, simply clear your throat or cough at the exact moment the word is sung. This is a little trick I learned from my older siblings who listened to a lot of raunchy rock music when I was little, like Dan Fogelberg and Air Supply.
I have thought about Leap Year a lot today and decided two things: first of all, it would be a good day to die. That way, your loved ones would only have to dwell on the anniversary every four years. Secondly, I’m thinking that there are probably some sneaky crimes that could be committed using Leap Day, like in the banking and money laundering sense. Are you following me? I think it would make a really cool movie starring Matt Damon.
For two days in a row, we have had actual sunshine producing actual heat. Yesterday I opened the windows and let the house breathe. And when I closed them at night, the house was all like, “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
I am sitting next to Ryan and Christian while they watch the Jazz game. I don’t do this very often because listening to my husband scream violently at the TV makes me nervous.
The dog ate another hole in the couch cushion. I really thought I had clearly conveyed my feelings about this to her the last time it happened. Somebody hide the steak knives and the sewing machine. Seriously.
Sleepy now. Goodnight.
The Jazz game was rough. I was sitting upstairs in my room while Randy was downstairs yelling violently at the TV and I was nervous as well. I would not dare to sit in the same room with him. You are brave.
I’ll go see the Matt Damon flick with you!
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Sorry for exposing you to all of that raunchy music. . . I’ve gotten a little better about that in my old age
I loooove letting the house breathe. We haven’t had the weather for that for a LONG time.
I can’t wait to meet your throw pillow, I mean dog, Lucy.
Oh, that raunchy Dan Fogelberg. Knowing that you were exposed to him so young explains so much…
Can Viggo Mortensen star alongside Matt Damon as the brilliant but bitter accomplice? Who simply must remove his clothes at some point during the movie? Lets keep working on this. I think it has potential.
First, I love that your house communicates with you…mine does too. It said the same thing yesterday! I could actually hear it sigh!
Second…Matt Damon…YUM!
No Biggie on the swear word. We had our sliding glass door open for a few hours on Friday and it was so nice. I am ready!!
I’ve been letting my apartment breathe too lately, it’s been so nice.
I received the Anti-Winter mix in my post box yesterday…I was thrilled! I listened to it fully last night as I meandered through some of my favorite blogspots.
I fell in love with “Lanyard” and I’m now a new member of the Ingrid Michaelson Fan Club.
Thank you, thank you for enduring the Post Office and mailing such a true prize.
No worries about the swear word. A delicately placed cough will indeed do the trick.
my house desperately needs to breathe but spring hasn’t dropped a single hint of showing up around here anytime soon.
I thought I invented the cough thing. Mom must have thought I had a cold for all of High School. I’m stunned by your latest post, but I support you in your decision.