proof that SecraTerri
and DRaftervoi are the two dorkiest human beings on the face of the
planet: we are spending our Saturday night ...
with our new vacuum
cleaner. ("Man, this thing has suction like you wouldn't BELIEVE!"
says David excitedly, as he vacuums four years' worth of dirt off the
our new shower curtain. ("I'm
afraid it might be too long," says Secra worriedly.
calmly reaches over and moves the curtain rod up a
our laundry. ("COLD
and DELICATE CYCLE!" screeches Secra. "My
go in COLD and DELICATE!"
And she pulls her red
sweater and her white sweater out of the scalding hot water as David
stands nearby, looking sheepish.)
to "Third Eye" by
Monsoon." Anglo-Indo pre-Lilith Fair Chick Pop.
the police on our
ridiculous neighbors, who are once again drunkenly hurling profanities
utensils at each
other this evening, as their baby cries from the next room.
the urge to call the
police on our other neighbors, who have been
ready to head to bed
with a big bowl of "Bed Picnic Bruschetta," an armload of library books
and a rental movie ("Being John Malkovich"). As
soon as we're done having
all of this other fun, that is.
thing is, "dorky" or not, I can't think of anywhere else I would rather be tonight. Or anyone
else I would rather be vacuuming with.
Hope your weekend is going as
well as *ours.*