Apparently, there was a major football game this evening. I watched the last 5 minutes just to say I watched some of it...you know, because I'm an American. I also missed ALL of the commercials, but so many of my friends had running commentary on Facebook, that I don't really feel like I missed out all that much.
I have no desire to cry over a beer commercial, however, I am intrigued, so I'll probably end up "youtube-ing" it. I'm so weak.
Instead of watching football, I found an "Anne of Green Gables" marathon, and I've been rocking that pretty much all day. I have the first two memorized, thanks to a childhood of watching them on the Disney channel and the invention of video cassette tapes. It's so funny what we remember from our childhood. Most remember poignant pieces of their lives. I remember recording "Anne of Green Gables" on the Disney Channel...amongst other things.
So many other things.
While watching my Anne marathon today (and folding umpteen loads of laundry), I saw a commercial for the HurryCane, and I cracked up laughing. See, the other day, a friend of mine (who is significantly older than I am...) text me, asking if I heard creaking sounds when I walked. The text was accompanied by a picture of a cane. It wasn't a HurryCane, but I probably should've come back with some comment about whether or not he needed a walker.
A day late, and a dollar short, I suppose... I'm pretty sure retaliation is imminent. You've been warned.
The boys played so well together today. I was really impressed with how kind and friendly they were to each other. They played video games for the majority of the day, while I continued on my cleaning spree, so I'm fairly confident that their brains will be sufficiently rotted for school tomorrow morning. When I had them turn OFF the Xbox, they started playing their own version of Halo with Star Wars guns and forts and who knows what else. I'd be going about my business, and hear, "Wait! No, don't go in! Watch out for the grunts!"
Those boys are insane.
B came into my room to ask me if he could have some graham crackers for a snack. I said he could, and then mimicked his voice, saying, "Can you open this for me?" seconds before he said it. He looked at me, and said, "Why are you so sassy like that?" I just stared at him, willing myself not to laugh, and he said, "Are you going to blog that?" He knows me entirely too well, that B. Someday, he'll thank me for taking the time to record all of his hilarity. Maybe. Maybe not.
They got really quiet for a while, and I went in to check on them. They were spread out across their beds playing something together on their Nintendo DS'. I noticed they were both a little flushed. A few minutes later, the thermometer confirmed low grade fevers. I would probably go insane if they were both sick at the same time. Luckily, it seemed to be a total fluke; they were both fine by bedtime.
Thank goodness for that. I have a busy week ahead. I'm pretty sure if I have 20 minutes a day to sit down and do nothing, I'll be impressed.
Then again, I'd rather be crazy busy than sitting here staring at my reflection. 'Cause really? Let's face it. I'd really rather not EVER do that.
Also, there is now a mirror hanging opposite of my bedroom door, and I've scared myself half to death at least a dozen times so far.
I never said I was a brave one. I can't even watch "Tremors," and I've even tried...once...20 years ago.
Aubs
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