This Doesn’t Look Like Thursday To Me

And yet, it’s raining.  Had I known it was going to rain this morning, I would not have watered my plants last night.

Yesterday, I got a text message from Plimco in which she announced the reception of her afghan.  She confirmed to me what I suspected was true–that no matter how good it looked in pictures, that was nothing compared to how amazing it looks in person.

The Butcher and I were watching NCIS last night, which is one of our favorite things to do (aside from getting anti-income tax folks drunk and rolling them.  You know those folks carry a lot of money on their person.) and having a high old time.

This is how we watch TV together:

Me: Is that the same girl from last week?

Him: That’s the same girl from last year.

Me: No that was that other girl who got killed.

Him: In the first season.

Me: Wasn’t that last year?

Him: On Pluto maybe.  We go around the sun a little faster than that here on earth.  Wait a second!  Why is that woman wearing roller skates?

Me: She said why.  Weren’t you watching?

Him: I was having to explain about the other girl.  Now, who is sleeping with that guy who looks like he’s going to be the serial killer… Ha, cereal killer.

Me: God. I know.  Why didn’t I write that?  How could I have missed such an awesome joke?

Him: He’s not the killer.

Me: Would you make me take home a dog that bit me in the neck?

Him: Oh, I have it figured out!  The killer is Gibbs’ brother only Gibbs doesn’t know he has a brother, but only discovers it after figuring out that there’s someone out there who knows his secret!

Me: And it’s the nail polish that proves it!

Him: Now I want an orange.

Me: All these folks look the same to me.

Him: You’re racist against white people.

Me: I am not.

Him: Did you vote for Obama?

Me: Yes.

Him: And you know he’s a Muslim, Christian, Commie, Marxist plant, right?

Me: Yes, I know.

Him: Then that settles it.  What was the name of that band I’m in?

Me: I don’t know.  I told you I just searched for your name and MySpace.

Him: Here it is.  God, I kind of suck as a singer.  I should email me and tell me to stick to the drums.

Me: But isn’t she a Mossad assassin?

Him: She did kill her brother.

Me: Probably because he wrecked her car.  Take that as a word of warning.

Him: Wait, the show’s over already?

Me: That was a great episode.

Him: Yeah, if you don’t mind that everything Ziva did was completely out of character.

Me: Which one’s Ziva?

Him: The girl with the brown hair.

Me: All the girls have brown hair.  Which one?

Him: See, that’s just what I was saying.

Me: Shut up.