I'm back! No, Paul hasn't murdered me and stuffed me into the trunk of a car or anything sinister like that. 2008 has been sort of wildly up and down. You know, like the stock market and Janet Jackson's weight.
For one thing, my husband has been averaging about 80 hours of work a week. That's not an exaggeration - eighty hours a week. I've been spending a lot of time by myself, and the consequence of that is that there's not much happening worth writing about. Finally one day a couple of weeks ago I decided to break out of my rut and go to the movies. I went to see Juno (which is freakin' awesome) and while I was there someone stole my purse. Before the movie was even over someone had used my credit card and debit card to buy $50 worth of gas and two $60 metro cards. Obviously, these particular thieves enjoy travel.
Then Paul got the flu. Then I got the flu. Then I dropped my cell phone in a snow bank. Then we were having this weird problem where every time we used the microwave we blew the power in the apartment. I started to feel like we were in a very low-budget reality show that was the result of the writer's strike. But like I said, there've been ups, too. A good Samaritan found my driver's license and went to the trouble to actually drive it over to my apartment, which was so, so nice. Then an FBI agent found my cell phone in the snowbank and got that back to me. An FBI agent found my cell phone! That's like having St. Francis of Assisi find your missing cat!
Anyway, the new season of Lost starts Thursday, so things will start looking up. I know it sounds boring, but I tend to kind of hunker down in winter, anyway. I don't like to spend any more time than necessary outdoors or my face starts looking rather croissant-like. If you haven't heard from Paul in a while, don't be offended. The campaign makes him sleep on a little cot in the back room where they keep the toner and he only gets two 15 minute meal breaks and three trips to the bathroom.
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The first year Uncle Markie and I were married I endured my first of what would become many tax seasons...he worked, I shopped. At the end of the season, Filene's actually sent me a "GOLD CARD" which I had earned because of my excessive spending...Mark called my antics "saving money," because I would always hold a fashion show for him (am I the only one who holds fashion shows for her husband when she buys new clothes?!?)when he got home and tell him how much money I had saved by getting each item on sale...he would come home every Saturday night and say, "How much money did you save me today, dear?" Of course, I only weighed 110 pounds then so it was lots more fun to shop...
Posted by Auntie Patti | January 28, 2008 8:03 AM
Posted on January 28, 2008 08:03
Does Paul need a hall pass to go to bathroom?
Aunt Patti, I do fashion shows too, but thanks for the new angle on shopping...saving money, brilliant!
Posted by Christine | January 28, 2008 9:17 AM
Posted on January 28, 2008 09:17
Hey Doll! glad you're back on line. So what if this whole campaign thingy actually plays out? A) I'd be thrilled! B)Does Paul find some other sort of work in the queendom? C) Can you audition to be residential comic? (You know, for those pesky little tense moments with the media) D) What will you wear to the inaugural...? and don't give me shit about the shoes: I AM taking you shopping!for real this time! E)Can you get a membership, like a family package, to the gym at the White House? (Now that Bill has to be all heart-healthy and everything, it stands to reason there should at least be a Chief of Justice treadmill)F) Does Paul get to keep the copier for old time's sake? Or is that like stealing the office stapler on your way out the door? G)and... if this whole thing doesn't work out, can Paul ring the front door bell at the WH and tell O that he was just kidding, that he meant O all along? finally, H)when all this happens, can I come over?
Love and miss you!
K10
Posted by Kristen | January 31, 2008 4:01 PM
Posted on January 31, 2008 16:01