Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

You know you're a music geek when you're watching a movie with your family, and then a passage like this comes up...

Zoe: "So, how did it go today?"

Poppy: "What, with our flying flock of little feathered friends?"

Zoe: "Yeah."

Poppy: "It was good, they loved it, flap-flap-flappin' away they were!"

Zoe: "Were they?"

Poppy: "Yeah, bless 'em!"

Zoe: "Had to nip it in the bud with my lot before they went nuts and flew out the window."

Poppy: "It's okay, then, was it?"

Zoe: "Oh, yeah, played 'em Stravinsky after lunch just to calm 'em down."

Poppy: "What'd you play?"

Zoe: "Rites of Spring."


I laughed hysterically at that. The Husbandly One blinked and looked at me as if I had suddenly lost my mind, and the Impertinent Daughter frowned and said, "Okay, Mum gets it, but evidently, the rest of us are just totally lost on this." And the Impossible Son said, "I don't get it."

And in case you're wondering, the characters weren't talking about birds, they were talking about their primary school students, who had just finished a project to turn paper bags into bird masks/helmets, whatever. It's from the movie "Happy-Go-Lucky," which wasn't quite as good as the movie trailer makes you think it will be. That was pretty much the only moment where I laughed hard enough to get breathless. Never thought I would say this, but... some exposition would have been nice. It was kind of... plotless, like a movie in search of a story, or something. Or a theme. Or a plot. A plot would have been good, yeah.

I'm glad "Knowing" and "Happy-Go-Lucky" were free rentals. Sure would have hated to blow six bucks on 'em!!

And as for yesterday... well... you know, it's been what... five weeks? And I'm still sick? I was having a momentary pity party for myself, but I'm better now. Basically what had made me so unhappy was realizing that I'm not going to be able to go watch the Impossible Son play in the 3v3 Live tournament tomorrow, or go to the Austin Aztex/Portland Timbers game afterwards, which I was really looking forward to. I don't miss my kids' games willingly, let's put it that way, and I was really looking forward to watching Mr. Manzie's team play. But it's going to be 104 tomorrow, and Auntie would melt, apparently, so... Auntie will stay home. *pout*

I've got other worries on my mind, but... not ready to share them yet.

Can't wait for the new Harry Potter. And Ponyo in August!

Oh, shocolate, the Impertinent Daughter said the only thing that makes the fact that you've seen the new HP movie already bearable is that you SHARE all the goodies with the rest of us!! *merry laughter*

I did not sleep well last night. The poor Husbandly One tossed and turned most of the night, and therefore, I spent a lot of it curled up against his side with my chin digging a hole in his chest, chatting and making him laugh. I know, sounds an odd way of spending a night when someone is restless, but THO needed distraction in a big way, and for once, sex wasn't going to do it.

Why, you ask? Well, he got his hair cut yesterday, very short, and afterwards, he got progressively grumpier, and grumpier, and shorter, until it was bedtime, and I thought he was just tired and cranky, he'll just pass out and wake up tomorrow in a much better mood, right?

Nope. He was... upset about his hair!!

Even though he complained constantly that it felt like a wet mop on his head, it was heavy, and it's been so damn hot that it was like wearing a blanket on his head, he was more attached to it than he realized. He liked having it, and realized that it made him different, and he liked that, too. It made him rather a standout in this town, and he'd rather enjoyed that. And he liked our little ritual in the mornings of my getting up to put his hair in a ponytail before work.

I told him if I had known that, I would never have encouraged him to go ahead and get it cut. Yes, you read that right, I did. He was so miserable and hot and uncomfortable, well... what would y'all have done?

So... I made the appointment, and he thought he would be happy with it, but he said it didn't sink in how much he had liked it and just enjoyed having long hair until it was gone, and so I hugged him and said, "Well, now you understand how I feel sometimes when I get my hair cut and realized it was the Wrong Thing To Do."

"Yeah," he said sadly.

"Well," I said finally, "we already know your hair grows incredibly fast. In fact, I'm jealous of how fast your hair grows! So, by this time next year, your hair will be where it was today. And what will you be doing?"

"Just getting the dead ends trimmed off!" he said firmly.

*does a happy dance at the thought of long hair on THO again*

In the meantime, I'm getting mine trimmed and evened out today. Yes, I'm going to go ahead and let it grow out. He quivered his chin at me and did the tear-filled eyes thing, saying, "Please don't cut your hair! If I had not cut mine, I could bear you cutting yours short but right now, please don't cut it all off! I'll help you take care of it!"

*pause*

Okay, I'm back from getting my hair cut. Wanna see it? Do you? Do you really? Okay, here's a really bad Photobooth photo of me...




Yep, pretty much just look the same. Same ol' hair, same ol' freckles, same ol' purple shirt... I really need to get some new clothes, seriously.

In other news, got the results of Monday's blood tests back, and I don't have... mono. Okaaaaay....

Apparently, I just have a pissy little virus that doesn't want to let go, and I just have to let it... run its course.

And don't y'all know I'm just thrilled about that! So, I'm going to curl up in bed and spend some time with Lord Peter Wimsey. Actually, I started Murder Must Advertise at about 3 a.m. I'll probably finish it today and start on Gaudy Night.

Oh, and we rented "Knowing" yesterday. All I can say is... I'm glad we didn't pay full price to see it in the theater!! As it was, we enjoyed making fun of it as we watched it. I am sure the flaming moose is going to make itself a part of family jokes for years to come!!

Okay, off to bed for me!!

Food poisoning ain't fun.  And that's all I have to say about that.