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Suddenly, life has taken on new dimensions. As in leaving the house and going out into public dimensions or, if I'm staying in, doing different things dimensions. Yesterday was used up reading the Sunday Atlanta Constitution Journal and providing running commentary for an only politely interested MathMan. I then pestered him to help me run the clothesline in the backyard. Actually, does complying with his request that I show him my breasts in exchange for his help negate pestering? Perhaps it was more like a bribe. I want a service, he wants a service, we each get what we wanted. Ahhhhh, that's what makes these relationships work, isn't it?
So I showed him both breasts with a little striptease for effect (Note: Austrian marches are not such great accompaniments to erotic displays) and he figured out how to run the clothesline from a tree to the deck so that I could hang heavy stuff without cloth touching ground. I love being married to a genius.
Speaking of which, that's something else we did this weekend, we watched seasons one and two of Big Bang Theory. Now, longtime readers know that most of the television I watch is on PBS or BBC and includes, but is not limited to murders, British accents, period costume and British humor or rather humour. I don't watch much American television anymore. The last time I watched Must See TV, Seinfeld was in its last season. I didn't even watch Friends faithfully by 1997. But Big Bang Theory is different. It's like M*A*S*H in that you have to have broad cultural knowledge to get a lot of the jokes. Unlike M*A*S*H, a lot of the jokes are based on science and math knowledge. For example, as we watched an episode from season two last night, MathMan noted that it had Euclid in the title. I only know that Euclid was a mathematician because I'm married to MathMan and he recently had a Euclid book checked out of the library.
Watching Johnny Galecki play Leonard is especially hilarious to me because he's so much like my husband. Even the whine. Thankfully MathMan is neither lactose intolerant nor a gamer, otherwise I'd never see him. The way I'm pushing the overstock of cereal and milk thanks to my outstanding couponing skills (Organic Valley skim for .69 per half gallon!!!), we'd have to hook MathMan up with a Wii in the bathroom. Not that he'd hate that, of course. He could sit in there and play Halo and shout for me to bring him Lactaid milkshakes and show him my boobies all day long. Except he wouldn't be playing Halo, he'd be watching those MIT guys teach calculus or creating complex graphs with his TI80 platinum or whatever that device is that like another appendage to him.
So let us recap the weekend:
Baseball game which I didn't even mention where Nate started Varsity as a freshman and played reasonably well. (Yes,I'm bragging.)
Wash hung on the new clothesline ($46 shaved off our last electric bill by not using the dryer so much)
Sunday's AJC for the coupons and the Vent which is full of assholes who provided me with plenty of material with which to annoy MathMan.
Big Bang Theory. Yes, we are late to this party.
And I ironed which is always a good sign that my writing mojo is on the upswing. I iron therefore I am.
How were your last few days? I know, if I read your blogs, I'd know, wouldn't I? Dang, I hate being that girlfriend. Even my laptop was sending me text messages asking me where I was.
I know. Here's what I need to make sure I have all the time in the world to do what I want to do...