Spent two hours on the couch watching Behind the Music: Courtney Love. Towards the end, there was a knock on the door. Boyfriend says, “That’s probably E [the lawn guy] for his money.”
“Does he know it’s 8:50 on a Saturday night?”
Boyfriend gets up and answers the door. “Can you wait on the porch?” he asked. “A’s taking a nap. I’ll go get my check book.”
Boyfriend goes out and pays E and then comes back in. “He was weird tonight! He had his fingers in his ears saying that the fireworks were bothering him. That’s why he was trying to get in so bad. I was like, ‘Are you a cat or something? Why are you so scared of the fireworks? They aren’t even that loud!’”
“If he’s that scared of fireworks, why would he go out at almost 9 pm on July 3?! … Did you tell him I was taking nap?”
“Well, it was better than telling him that you weren’t wearing pants.”
“But I am wearing pants….”
“Well, I see that now!”
Awhile later, the boyfriend was getting ready to go out and see a band. I was aimlessly flipping channels, trying to find something other than “Two and a Half Men” to watch. “Have fun,” I said. “I’ll still be sitting here trying to find something to watch. … I may go to bed soon if I don’t find something on TV.”
“You could keep cleaning the house…”
“You go out to the bar and I get to stay home and clean?!”
“Well, you didn’t want to go out…”
I’m now on my second episode of “Two and a Half Men.” My “To Organize” pile that I started earlier today is still sitting here. Maybe tomorrow.
