I brought home some mustard from the market yesterday because I wasn't sure if we needed any. When I got home I realized we had six jars in the fridge. I felt pretty lame but luckily it's the cheapest of condiments.
But I can even top that retardation with this bit. Here's how retarded I am. I bought a concert ticket for myself and then subsequently purchased a plane ticket for a flight that leaves the day of the concert. Neither is refundable. I'm going to try to sell the ticket, but I may end up having to toss in in the garbage, boo hiss.
Well we finished Six Feet Under. It cost $91 to watch the whole series. We probably should have just bought it. Now what will I do every evening? Honestly, we've watched nothing else for the past month. I guess I can catch up on 30 Rock and Old Christine now on the digital recorder. It wasn't until the very last episode that I realized that Michael C. Hall is not the Nate character but the David character. To be clear, spouse was (still is) lusting after the Nate character, or Peter Krause. When spouse finds me cute, he calls me Nate now. I feel depressed in that post vacation way, you know, it's all over and there will never be anything like that again. I've got to go back to that blog post to find other suggestions because it sure is fun to be able to watch the next episode whenever you want and not have to wait a week like on regular tv.
People were wondering out loud if I just record the news as a matter of course. Actually, it's the DVR that does that. It quietly records whatever you are watching just in case you want to back it up and listen to something again or pause it or whatever. That's how I am able to make videos of stuff I see on the news. Once I change the channel, the machine discards the recording.
Friends are in town and came over to make us dinner last night. It was yummalicious. Here's the main course, pork parmesan with potatoes and veggies. The starter was a to-die-for seafood chowder. AND, there's a bunch of leftovers. This morning we're off to catch (a true) matinee showing of Star Trek on the IMAX screen. Happiness.