Heard around the Hicks Household:
Me: Would you think badly of me if I took that package of cookie dough and just ate it raw, while we watch the movie?
Him: Only if you don’t share.
Click below if you want to hear about my Very Bad Week:
The god of movies in the theater… loathes me.
I’ve just had the worst luck with these sorts of things. For instance, remember last year when I went to see Return of the King in the theater and T dumped a glass of icewater on me?
Or how about when I tried to see it again and the projector crapped out near the end?
How about Scott’s four-year-old kicking me in the arm all during Spider Man 2?
Or the fact that the dinner theater allows smoking in the theater during shows after 9pm and I was stuck in a room full of cigarette smoke when I went to see Chronicles of Riddick?
Or today, when I went to see Spider Man 2 again and ended up being at the showing that was hosting a birthday party, so there were about 4 dozen kids running around and eating pizza and throwing popcorn?
I am seriously thinking of giving up movie theaters.
I am sick. Kevin is sick. Jess is sick. Except sick really isn’t… well, I dunno. It’s hard to say, really. I don’t think we have anything that a doctor can do anything about, but it’s sort of annoying anyway.
We’re all running mild fevers, and at least Kevin and I (who have adequate conversational skills) are having all the side effects that go with fever; thirsty, dry-eyed, achy. All three of us are irritable. I have a sore throat and pain in my ears. Kevin has a bad headache. Jess is… well, Jess is being a demon weasel and it’s really not doing the rest of us any good whatsoever.
It’s not really a cold – or at least taking cold medicine doesn’t help any. But it’s not really severe enough to not function. I just don’t really want to function.
My female problems finally went away. After. Two. Weeks.
The dishwasher broke today. I found this out when I went in to the kitchen to cook dinner and found that the floor in the kitchen was two inches deep in water.
Jess is walking really well. However, she’s not got a good grasp on stepping over or around obstacles. So she still falls down a lot. And she’s in a bad mood anyway….
I know, I know, I know. Jess has a very good company face. However, she is not always an angel, she is sometimes a complete and total DEMON WEASEL and I’m getting very, very fucking tired of my father acting like she can not possibly ever be a DEMON WEASEL. I swear, the next time he says “Oh, not that sweet thing…” when I complain about her demon weaseliness, I am going to… I don’t know. Something nasty. Make him babysit or something.