Several of the Bickersons do. Both kids went to bed with a fair amount of moaning and groaning from tummies too full of Halloween treats. But we all had fun even if I was unable to convince Hope to dress as a "flower bunny" tonight. She was a bunny at school but decided to go trick or treating as Flower Girl from a Northern Clime tonight. I thought it would be fantastic to combine the two costumes but what do I know.
But the bonus? I asked the clerk if I shouldn't get a free coffee with those tunes and she said, "Yes you should," and proceeded to charge me nada for my tasty coffee.
If you haven't tried it before, you should. It's especially good for those who have a love/hate thing with pecan pie (as in, hate pecan pie because there are too many pecans).
The recipe for one version is here.
It's here on my Mac site.
This morning when we found out that the parents of 2nd graders were involved in a Sunday School project of which we had no prior knowledge (which is what happens when you don't go to church for months) we agreed that Hank wouldn't have to go to the class this morning since there were prerequisite activities involved. We decided he could sit in the sanctuary and listen to the sermon like the rest of us.
Turns out he wasn't thrilled with that idea. He tried to persuade us that he was responsible enough to sit in the fellowship area surrounded by doughnuts and lemonade and wait for us there. His little argument was cute and fervent but not persuasive enough. He sat with us and, as much as a 7 year-old can enjoy sitting and listening to the sermon, he did and was fine. He even filled out the fill-in-the-blank study guide that comes with the sermon. But he still tried to get the last word regarding his disappointment in not being allowed to hang out by the doughnuts. He filled out the stick-on name badge not with his name but with these words:
I'M WITH STUPED.
When you are in the chorus of a musical which has long stretches of non-chorus involvment, one way to entertain yourself during the show is to think about which animals in a zoo fellow chorus members would be if they were zoo animals. My alto friend Jamie said I would be a teddy bear. A what? She does not play by the rules.
SNL: Jon Bon Jovi is the host and I believe he is teasing us by sporting a mini-mullet. Rewind and go look at the opening.
The Darjeeling Limited better be good. I feel like someone owes me for the time I spent viewing The Life Aquatic even though Bottle Rocket + The Royal Tenenbaums + Rushmore > One pretty bad movie experience. Still. That was at least $9 wasted.
What exactly is the divorce rate for couples who go through a kitchen remodel? It's gotta be kinda high.
Speaking of movies, (I'm agreeing with Gary here despite our remodeling issues), I'm leaning against seeing The Bee Movie strictly in response to the overkill of advertising. Have you noticed? Everything's a Bee Movie ad. Beg me to see it? No. Pay me to see it? I'll consider.
And now we're back to SNL: Darrell Hammond's Al Gore impression pleases me.
And my immediate thought was "DELICIOUS!" My second most immediate thought was "Aren't four-cheese pizzas constipating enough?"
Hank: Well, Hope, do you know how to make a 5 Roman numeral-style?
Update: Turns out it was 100% rainy at 4:00 A.M. I'm pretty sure the rain had stopped by 5. What say ye now, mighty weatherperson?
Hope: "How do you spell Dear?"
Me: "D-E-A-R."
Hope: "How do you spell Diary?"
Me: "D-I-A-R-Y. Then you make a comma."
Hope: "What's a comma?"
Hank: "Hope, the idea of a diary is that it's a secret. You can't ask people to spell stuff in your diary 'cause then they'll know."
Gary: "Then I guess you need to start your entry 'Dear Journal.'"
No matter what your politics, you have to admit that he puts on a highly entertaining radio program. Today a caller phoned in to talk about the new Caveman show which I haven't seen yet and was apparently panned by everyone alive except Dennis Miller. He started reminiscing about Phil Hartman and his Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer sketches on SNL. Flashback to 9 years ago when Phil Hartman was killed. My mom called me because she knew how funny he was and how much I, among millions of other people, liked him on SNL, Newsradio, etc. That was a sad day, the day he died. Here's a little montage I found on You Tube:
"Is that somebody we're supposed to know? She's a pretty good singer."
(Cough) "Yeah. I suppose she's okay. For this role."
"Yeah. I guess she'll do."
"Yeah."
