Random

Now that I can see where people come from who read my blog, I feel, well, just a little nervous. Like I have to have something interesting for them to read. And I don't know what they think is interesting because I don't know them. I like to get to know who I'm talking to so I can make appropriate comments. So hilarity can ensue. Know your Nigel, people. Know your Nigel. How can I know my Nigel if I don't know my Nigel?!? (If that made no sense and you're still curious to actually know what it means, just ask. I have no qualms about sharing.)

I'm not feeling well tonight. I have the beginnings of a cold. The body kind of hurts, eyes hurt, sore throat and drippy nose kind of cold. I didn't want to take the dogs out on a walk tonight because I didn't feeeeeel good. But it's been raining (and snowing, but we'll just try to forget that part) the past couple of days and they've been cooped up inside. So, being the kind-hearted person I am, I took them for a walk. (I admit my ulterior motive was that I wanted to see Danny and Rachel's big, GIANT, hole in the ground.) Maxwell pulled on the leash the entire time and McKay tripped along beside him. When he does that I stop walking so he'll get the hint that he can't do that. Our entire walk went like this: step-step-step-step-stop. step-step-stop. step-step-step-stop. "Maxwell, quit it!" step-step-step-stop. "So help me, puppy dog, I'm going to turn this leash right around and go home if you don't stop tugging...." Is that how you show appreciation to someone for taking you on a walk? Hmmmm?

Zack's on a camp out tonight so I had Kraft Macaroni and Cheese with hot dogs for dinner. Reminded me of hanging out with Heather and Allie up at that cabin. Domestic Heroes we aspired to be. Domestic Heroes they have become.

I feel guilty that I crave Kraft Mac'n'cheese once a year.

King of Queens, Scrubs and a bath are really easy ways to make me feel comfortable and happy. Now add Zack to the mix and life is indeed good.

Speaking of Scrubs, that show is single-handedly ruining our bedtime. Why does it have to be on from 10:00 to 11:00 at night? I can't keep going to sleep after 11:00 PM. Seriously, it's not healthy. Hence the cold. Speaking of, I need to get that bath water running and go heat up my hot honey lemonade.

I couldn't go to sleep last night because I kept thinking about the comparison of first grade and the celestial kingdom and how I was going to write it. It's coming along.

I also couldn't go to sleep last night because Zack and I started talking about all the T.V. shows we used to watch when we were kids. Holy crap, people. Did we ever see the light of day? I think we came up with a list of at least 30 sitcoms. When did we have time watch them all? And why did we watch shows like Cheers, Three's Company and The Golden Girls when we were kids? The Golden Girls?! Twelve year-olds watching a show about three old women trying to get men into bed is just a little weird if you ask me.