Surprisingly, Larry did not attempt any home improvement projects today. Instead, he took the youngest four to our town's holiday parade, despite frigid temperatures and a biting wind. A good time was had by all. Well, at least by the kids. And we ate turkey. And apple pie. And stuffing. And I wanted vanilla ice cream again, but no one got me any.
Last night I dreamed that I suddenly realized I had gained 80 pounds (which is a fairly significant weight gain for a person under 5 feet tall, let me add). Larry was saying, "I told you you were eating too much." And I kept insisting, "It can't be. My jeans still snap shut."
Do guys have dreams like that? I don't think so.
I made Larry read the Best Buy circular today, just to get him up to speed on what's current in the electronic world. Why? Because when I mentioned that the hot present for this Christmas is Wii (and please raise your hands if you remember when the hot presents were Cabbage Patch Dolls, and people were clubbing each other over the head to get their hands on one) - anyway, when I told him this fact, he looked puzzled; so I asked him if he knew what Wii is, and he said, rather desperately,"Um, that new version of Atari?"
Atari - sort of cute, isn't it? In a totally clueless sort of way? And he thinks I'm out of it.
It's my bedtime. I need to go out tomorrow and find some cheap toys that aren't made in China. Although I could just buy the cheap Chinese ones and tell the kids not to put them in their mouths. Sort of a Darwinian, survival-of-the-fittest experiment, you know?