We were supposed to go on a camping trip with a group of friends this weekend. Instead we spent most of our time at home, losing our voices (sick again), watching movies in bed, and laughing at our own conversations and Clint's musings*. We might be a little boring, but we're never bored.
*like this one:
As my personality predisposes me for procrastination and forgetfulness, Angela sure loves it when she finds me prepared and ready to go in a prompt fashion. If, for instance, on Sunday morning I am standing at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in white shirt and tie, slacks ironed, and shoes shined a full ten minutes before church is scheduled to start, she exudes appreciation and delight. This is why I was really surprised the other day when I was closing in on Angela to kiss her and, in the very spirit of preparation that she so enjoys, stuck my tongue out while still some twelve to fifteen inches away from her face; I was shocked to see her grimace and turn away, gagging.
I must say; I just don’t understand women. So darn fickle.
That really happened.
listen to: Deerhunter - He Would Have Laughed