I know. I know.
Last week I wrote about having no more drama.
However, if you’ve been reading this blog for any amount of time, you should know by now that I thrive on drama, so I give you…
This Week’s Self-Created Drama: The Cold
It all began this past Saturday when I awoke with the chills and my teeth chattering like a typewriter.
It continued yesterday with my figuratively giving up the ghost for the day and into a Bones, Season 1, marathon since my wife, who doesn’t like the show or its protagonist played by Emily Deschanel, was at work…
…even though my wife this morning via Facebook denied her dislike for Ms. Deschanel:
“Oh, c’mon. I never said I didn’t LIKE her. I could watch her angular face and listen to her declamatory monotone for hours. The show bores me. It’s like an IKEA catalog with a bunch of forensic scientists in it talking and opening and closing doors.”
If it’s like any catalog, I’d say it’s more like a catalog from the Corning Museum of Glass. In fact, most of the forensic scientist shows (all the CSIs, NCIS and other acronymal shows) seem to be all about the glass. As for her angular face, I wish I had those angles and such strong cheekbone structure.
Also in the offices on Bones, there aren’t a lot of doors to open and close; from what I remember, the main lab is open although it does have some kind of forcefield you have to have a card to be able to walk through.
All this to say I would reword your last sentence, Wifey, to read thusly:
“It’s like a Corning Museum of Glass catalog with a group of forensic scientists in it talking and not opening and closing doors because there are no doors to open and close.”
However, there will be a cup of chicken soup later for which I won’t need a spoon. I’ll just drink it straight from the cup, and I’ll stir it with a fork. So there, Little Ms. Farts-Higher-Than-Your-Ass.
Oh, yeah, Happy Valentine’s Day to you too!