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Friday,
February 1, 2008
Oh, wow
It's Friday already, which means I'm down to six days including today before I take off to Florida and the House of the Mouse. I suspect the legs will be ready for the walking, but I still need to get a decent pair of walking shoes. Yes, I am orthotics' bitch.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...um...not a whole hell of a lot going on that's worthwhile repeating. I've been working on a client's site, finishing up the King Kong quilt, working on a couple of short stories, being dissed by someone who needs to think twice before he texts, and watching the occasional movie such as Maybe Baby with Hugh Laurie (looking remarkably cleanshaven) and Joely Richardson as a pair of British DINKs trying to get pregnant. Said movie was certainly fun and pleasant, but for some reason in each one of the three sex scenes Joely was straddling Hugh, which doesn't strike me as the best way to get knocked up -- for one thing you're deliberately avoiding the benefits of gravity. Or am I wrong and woman astride is the greatest way of getting pregnant? I could be wrong -- it happens frequently.
Mind you, it was certainly worth the price of the DVD for Rowan Atkinson's short but utterly brilliant scenes as a gynecologist. And good Lord but Richardson has one of the most perfect asses I've ever seen, and I'm speaking as a heterosexual woman.
Oh, and I sent an email to a reporter somewhere in Mississippi who wrote an self-satisfied little article about busting a adult bookstore that was -- brace yourself for a most heinous crime against nature -- selling vibrators contrary to state law. And they'd been caught doing it before. I ask you. Even the cop quoted at the end of the article said, "Um, we really have better things to be prosecuting, you know." I couldn't resist asking if it was a slow news day, and suggesting that maybe she could find some real crime to investigate. Mean, I know, but sheesh.
Apart from that and being somewhat croggled at the idea of Ann Coulter saying that if McCain gets the GOP nomination she's voting for Clinton (although someone did comment that her worst case situation is Obama v. McCain, at which point she'll have nothing left in her life but nightmares about Sigourney Weaver pushing her out an airlock)...nope, nothing much going on in the Fletcher manse at the moment. Although there is the promise of low-carb baking tomorrow, which should be muy tasty.