jaysaint Getting it all down on paper…

I’ve got to get this down while it’s fresh in my head.

I just got off the subway, where I sat next to a little girl and her dad. I don’t know how old the kid was, but she still had that high little kiddie voice.

I tuned in when I heard:

Girl: What do you like better, shirts or food?
Dad: Well, if I had just eaten a lot I would probably want a shirt, but if I were hungry then I would like food. I guess you could eat a shirt and wear food.
G: I wear food.
D: You and your chair and the floor all wear food when you eat.
G: Do you like George Clooney?
D: Um, yeah. He won an Oscar this year, didn’t he?
G: I don’t know.
D: He’s a good actor.
G: Do you like George Bush?
D: He’s a bad actor. His approval rating is going down, down down.
G: Is he a better actor than me?
D: Than I.
G: Is he a better actor than I?
D: Are you still doing acting in school?
G: Yes
D: Are you a drama queen?
G: I’m not *that* kind of actor. I’m a fun and games kind of actor.

Unfortunately, this is where we got to my stop.

Damon’s crabby tonight.

He’s out with his co-workers.

That means I don’t get the crabby.

Which makes me happy.

Bad wife.

Oh, electricrocket, you surely did make my day.

You may think I won’t read it. But I will. And the inscription is priceless.

One other nice thing, Damon’s mom and his sisters and brother called and sang Happy Birthday at 1,000 decibles into our voicemail. I love a loud, hearty birthday singer. And was really touched that they did it.

The Rule is that you take the best picture you like from the first page of Google Images results.

1. The city and state of the town you grew up, no quotation marks.

2. The town where you currently reside.

TIE

3. Your name, first and last, but again, no quotes.

4. Your grandmother’s name.
Grandma Millie:

Grandma Camille:
No results

5. Your favorite food.

6. Your favorite drink.

7. Your favorite smell.

It’s a rainy, overcast day. I’m part of a pretty small minority, I think, in that I like weather like this. If it goes long enough I’ll long for sunshine, but I can take lots of misty, damp before I feel discouraged. This only goes for days that are mild and still. Windy is my least favorite weather. But days like this feel gentle and peaceful to me.

On a totally unrelated note, I’m thinking about cleaning up my diet. I don’t have tons of bad habits, but the pasta party is way out of control. I’m going to try to break the habit with a two-week simple carb fast. That means pasta, bread, potato and fruit. But I’ll keep up my veggies, because I’m not crazy. Just giving up the nearly daily pasta would be a pretty radical change for me. I’m going to start that any minute now…