Professor Plum in the Billiard Room with the Revolver
Amy is out of town and yeah, she stocked the fridge and cupboards with my favorite foods before she left; and yeah, she did all my laundry and put it away before she packed; and yeah, she even had her brother come by yesterday to make sure I was remembering to stop work long enough to eat lunch — I get it, Amy's great.
The problem is that we've got two unwatched discs of The O.C. and two unwatched discs of Battlestar Galactica sitting on the kitchen counter, and I promised not to watch them until she gets back. She took the Nintendo DS, and the books I ordered from the library aren't in yet.
I guess I'll spend the weekend playing Clue with Margaret, which will be a waste of everyone's time, really. It wasn't Mrs. Peacock, it wasn't Mr. Green. There was no rope or candlestick. If havoc has been wreaked, it was Scout plain and simple. Scout in the kitchen with her teeth. Scout in the sun room with her teeth. Scout in the office and the bedroom and the hall.
Maybe I'll try Scout's method of dealing with boredom: maybe I'll chew the paint off the wall.
Or maybe I'll try Margaret's, and have a nice, long nap.
Comments
MMMM...Nap...
Ya, go with the nap, paint chips get stuck in your teeth.
Posted by: Mad William | July 11, 2008 07:06 PM
I had that same problem when I was watching Battlestar for the first time. My roommate Emily and I were watching it together, and both of us threatened each other with death if we watched the next episode without each other. There were many, many times when I had the day off and she had a fourteen hour shift at Circuit City, and I just wanted to pop that sucker in SO BAD. What I'm saying is I feel your pain.
Posted by: Ashley | July 11, 2008 07:36 PM