Tuesday Night Ramble

It's Tuesday night - I feel like I've already lived a week's worth since Sunday morning which is when Larry (my husband) left for Toronto on business. I fear that I probably double-down on wrinkle development when Larry goes out of town. Single parenting is doable but it sure as heck ain't easy. Although neither of my kids has hit double digits in age yet (Jake is 8 and Anna is 6), added together they're 14. So I basically have a teenager in my midst. And a geriatric dog - Lois is 77 in human years. 77 years young of course.


Before I forget, Friday night we went to see Kevin Nealon (SNL hall of famer and now starring in 'Weeds'). My stomach ached the next day from laughing so hard - you know the kind of laughing that you almost choke from? You take a sip of your drink not realizing how gut wrenchingly funny the next line will be and out of nowhere there's rum and coke coming out your nose and running down your chin. He is absolutely hilarious - if you ever get a chance to see him, go. The comedian who came before Kevin was also great - a little Kramer-esque. Born and raised in the Bay Area. From my experience, the folks who are native Bay Area-ers are a tad eccentric. Too much sea air, healthy food and exercise. It's bound to drive one slightly mad.

Speaking of going slightly mad, I may get there if the writer's strike goes on for any significant length of time. I'm the first to admit that I'm a television junkie. Unless I go out, have people over, or am really into a stellar book, from 9pm on you'll find me glued to the screen like a zombie. I suppose I'm somewhat of a selective junkie though. Most of my shows are on HBO or ShowTime with a few exceptions. Curb Your Enthusiasm, Dexter, Weeds, Californication and The Office are my favorites. Grey's Anatomy has aggravated me for some time now but I get a kick out of McDreamy/McSteamy eye candy. I still watch all the old Seinfeld re-runs if I'm up at 11pm and can arm wrestle the remote away from Larry trying desperately to keep the channel on SportsDesk. Seinfeld might be the only television series DVD that I purchase one day - I just saw an ad for it. It's my kind of inane humor.

My brother told me today that he recently subscribed to my blog through Google Reader so that whenever I post something new, it gets 'pushed' to him. So he doesn't have to keep checking to see when I finally get my act together to post something new. I like that. Nice initiative.

Me thinks I must bid thee adieu til the morrow' - the screen in my drawing room calleth me yonder for tube time (I occasionally get a little Shakespearesque around this time of night). I will now go hither and drinketh a spot o' Brandy that Puck recommendeth to me last fortnight. Cheerio from Dogilicious.