Where The Weekend Lives.

It was really nice spending time with H. this weekend. We watched movies, played a little Starcraft, and cheered for the Rangers. Staying cocooned inside the apartment, it felt like we were on our own little island. Except for that maintenance guy with the clunky ladder outside our front door. Apparently he lives on our island as well.

Despicable Me, oh how I identify with thee. I'm Agnes, the youngest girl, and I love unicorns, candy, and bedtime stories. H. is Edith, the middle child, and he's always up to something, always causing mischief. Somehow we missed the names of the cast doing the voices that scrolled at the start of the film, and so we kept trying to figure out who was who throughout the movie. I had a hard time attaching Steve Carell's voice to Gru - every time I heard his voice I saw the face of Michael from the office. Very bazaar.

Last night we had spaghetti and meat sauce for dinner. I was on the phone with H.'s brother at the moment that H. literally forked some noodles onto his plate. I guess he forgot that we had two kinds of tongs and just dove right in, which made some of the noodles spill over the edge of the pot and onto the stove. I think I shrieked, then found the tongs and handed them to him. Fast forward to after dinner, after the movie, and stop right where we're putting the leftovers into containers to put in the fridge. I foolishly gave H. the task of putting the noodles into a plastic container. Actually, to his credit, he got them into the container just fine. But then somehow the container slipped, and all of the noodles dropped to the floor. I looked at the scene, saw H.'s sad face, then burst out laughing. Now I have something to tease him about for the foreseeable future. MUAHAHAHA.

I'll leave you with this mental image. As I got into my car yesterday, I saw a lady walking up the stairs to her apartment with her dog (looked like a boxer, or some similar large sized dog). They made it halfway up the stairs when the dog just stopped. He stood there in the sun, completely ignoring his owner's prods and tugs and pleas. Then the lady bent over, picked up the dog's front two feet, and placed them on the next stair up. Then she did the same thing with the rear two legs. Back and forth and back and forth, and I couldn't help myself but laugh out loud and somewhat loudly as I sat in my car waiting for the air conditioning to kick in. I think she heard me, because as soon as I let out that cackle, she turned and looked right at me. I quickly put the car in reverse and moved my hiney out of there.

Enjoy your Sunday!