Ironically, after writing that post yesterday, I spent most of the remainder of the day in bed with a truly miserable migraine. I had a much worse one last week… so bad that I had the whole vision loss and vomiting-from-the-horrible-pain thing going on. And yet I still had to spend the day listening to the cable guys drill holes in my house (and my BRAIN, I’m pretty sure) and then go ‘do door’ at one of Joey’s basketball games, and then go eat with the team until after eleven at night. Oh, the travails of being a coachs’ wife! Woe is me!
So I totally took the opportunity yesterday to have a migraine AND do absolutely nothing. Because it might be a lousy way to spend a vacation day, but it beats having a migraine and, say, teaching middle school all day long! Seriously, the most useful thing I did all day was stick some taquitos in the oven for our lunch. And pronounced them ta-KEY-toes. Because apparently my mother raised me to pronounce them wrong, and I have sounded like a doofus, going around saying ta-KWI-toes for the past 24 years. Fortunately, I have Joey to help me out with these things. And to laugh hysterically and gasp, “Do you say ‘I got bit by a mos-KWI-toe’ too?”
It might hurt my feelings, if it came from anyone other than the man who thought jams and jellys were called ‘preservatives’. As in this conversation from last night:
Joey: “Lets stop by Wal-Mart so I can get some bacon and preservatives.”
Lucy: “What? Preservatives? Huh?”
Joey: “Yeah, like strawberry jelly or plum jam… which one do you want?”
Lucy: “I don’t care-no, strawberry jelly sounds good. But you mean PRESERVES.”
Joey: “Preserves, preservatives… what’s the difference?”
Lucy: “Preservatives are like, chemicals they put in food to make it last a long time. Preserves are preserved fruits and berries.”
Joey: “Preserves.”
Lucy: “Right.”
Joey: “Also, it could be a branch of the military. Like, ‘I serve my country.’ ‘Oh, what branch?’ ‘The Preserves.’”
Lucy: “Saving the world, one jar of jelly at a time.”
Joey: “AND there is also the Reservatives.”
Lucy: “I hear they’re tougher than the Marines!”
Ariel: “18 more years of this AND I’m inheriting genes from these people?? Kick! Smash! Rawr!”
And that is Saturday night in my world. That, and eating bacon and eggs and toast in bed while watching Lost until two in the morning. Neither of us ever followed it, so we’re having a lot of fun getting caught up together. In spite of my general feelings of, WHAT THE HECK? STOP KILLING PEOPLE OFF!!
We’re nearly done with Season 3, which, the Blockbuster guy told us last night, is great timing. Because Season 4 is coming out in a few days, and thank goodness, because I don’t know what I would do without some more Lost to watch, I really don’t.
And now it is time to pay up for my day of sloth and indolence. It is Sunday, and tomorrow will begin the last two weeks of school before Christmas Break. So in addition to wrapping up some stuff around the house, we need to head up to the school and work on lesson plans and decorate our classrooms for Christmas and things like that. And thanks to the miracle of Tylenol and being incredibly lazy for 24 hours or so, I think I’m up for it! I feel the urge to make a list. And another list! Pull the thing! And-that other thing! No more rhymes now, I mean it!”
You get points for being cool if you can finish that (sort of) quote. Go ahead! It’s easy! Or maybe I’m just a really big dork!
Anybody want a peanut?
From Princess Bride
Hilarious today. gotta go get me some preservatives for my toast!