June 6, 2011

Scenes from a weekend

1. This past weekend was a flurry of activity. It began with our dog, Sami. She is a Lhasa, and little dogs like her are notorious for having eye issues. She developed this blue film on her right eye that was seriously freaking us out. It looked like she was getting glaucoma, or going blind, neither of which was a good thing. I took her to the vet. She has a scratched retina that requires us to administer eye drops and pain meds. The vet asked about her pooping and if she is regular. I told her that I try to never watch the dog go potty. I think it is humiliating for a pet to have an audience while doing its bidness. Plus, ew.

2. Sitting at dinner last night we were discussing career options after college. We encouraged the boys, as we always do, to seriously consider working with their hands, and following in Kevin's footsteps in working for PSEG. We also told them to work hard, save as much money as possible and then get married. John saw the logic in this line of reasoning, and remarked that he was going to buy a small house on a big piece of property. Jeremy said he was not going to do that. I asked him where he planned on living, and he said, "In a cardboard box." Way to aim for the stars, kid.

3. Dexter. Kevin's co-worker told us about this show and we added it to our Netflix cue. This begs the question, why have we not watched this show until now? It is so darkly funny and witty. Love! We watched a total of 4 episodes this weekend.

"Needless to say I have some unusual habits, yet all these socially acceptable people can't wait to pick up hammers and smash their food to bits. Normal people are so hostile."

4. Kevin came up behind me as I was washing dishes and began to breathe on my neck.

"STOP!" I screamed.

He thought that I was liking it and kept doing it. Apparently blood curdling screams and moving as far away as humanly possible while trapped within his grasp did not register with him as being displeasureable.

"STOP!" I yelled again.

"I didn't know that it bothered you like that." He said.

"No, not in a good way."

"Like what way?"

"Like in a Dexter serial killer way."


Dy said...

Uh, yeah. Z took to sneaking up to me and whispering, in a frantic tone, "half an hour, half an hour" - from an equally disturbing scene from Waterworld. It took me a while to convince him that no, that's not really having the desired "bonding" effect. (Through... warped humor. Yes, it's how we roll sometimes.) But not that, that was creeping me out.

Thankfully, he quit. Years passed by. We watched the movie again a few weeks ago and when it came to that scene, we both looked at each other and cracked up. He acknowledged that yeah, he'd remembered it as funny, but it's actually much creepier than he remembered.

Laney said...

LOL, Dy! Why is is that men think creepiness is funny?