what i’m doing right now

By hamblog | February 10, 2008 |

Sunday evening, 10:12pm, February 11, year of our lord two thousand and eight.

I am in the middle of a brisk and pleasant game of Scrabulous on Facebook with a stranger who has revealed is a Canadian military tank builder. The high score on the board so far is “ASH” for 30 points (I managed a triple word score.)

I am watching my fourth episode in a row of Jon and Kate Plus Eight, which is like oatmeal for my soul: bland and wholesome and utterly forgettable. And habit forming.

I just finished a serving of Caramel Apple Dessert Square (which is neither caramelly nor square — discuss). I found this recipe on Betty Crocker’s website, when I was searching for something to make with Bisquick, my new favorite substance. However, I do not recommend the Caramel Apple Dessert Squares. Or perhaps it’s the hot dog for dinner that’s causing the internal malaise.

I am disoriented and groggy after my out of control hay fever compelled me to take a Magic Allergy Pill, which zaps the congestion but also makes me

  1. incredibly euphoric then
  2. sleep like a dead person then
  3. disoriented and groggy.

I could have written about my spectacular day yesterday, celebrating the Professor’s birthday (with Darling Andrew) in the nearby wine country on the most beautiful day of the year. Or the improv show on Friday that felt pretty magical.

But no. This is my blog, and my Sunday night, and I am covering you with a blanket of mundanity and tucking you in and saying good night and wishing you great good luck on this coming week.

foot commercial and scrabulous, originally uploaded by hambox

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1 Comments

  1. cardiogirl on February 11, 2008 at 10:46 am

    Hey I saw the end of John and Kate Plus Eight last night when he was assembling the beds for the little kids. I saw maybe four minutes, at the very end, when he finished the girls’ room and he wanted to assemble the beds in the boys’ room, but Kate REFUSED because it was nap time.

    Did you see that?

    I understand where she’s coming from (and between you and me I think she needs some Xanax or Ativan or some kind of anti-anxiety because she can be a real betch) but just let him, one day, mess up the nap routine. Just let him put the beds together and put the boys to bed a little early.

    She was RACING him to get the kids in the room before he finished the girls’ room.

    And then when they are on that little love seat talking about what happened (past tense) she DOES look like she has taken a couple Xanax, kind of mellow and glassy eyed.

    I’m not a fan of hers.

    But I know what it feels like when you are with small children all day (not 8, just 3).