If you didn’t already know, "The Shield" on FX is the finest piece of television programming I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. It is a delightful feast for the mind. And I can’t even find the words to describe the glorious awesomeness of last night’s episode. It’s a good show, people.
I had a dream last night where I stepped on a colored pencil and it went straight through my foot. The pain it kept on coming even after waking up. I really. Hurt. My foot.
I made myself a tasty omlette with red-hot-chili peppers from our garden this morning. Then I gave Merrick a taste of mashed banana from my still-peppery finger, without realizing what I had done–until he started fussing and drooling and just basically hatin’ on me all morning long. Not to worry; I got mine when I rubbed my eye–ouch, damnit!–so now I’m gimp and half-blind.
We’ve been getting some pretty Halloween-y weather lately. Today it’s stormy and chilly; tomorrow it should be just plain cold, which is fine, because Cheyenne and Mia have been dying to wear their coats to school for some strange reason. It’s not like the coats are new or anything. And both the girls also have an unhealthy obsession with umbrellas, so imagine their delight when they woke up to the rain and thunder this morning.
As much as I love the fall, I mourn the passing of flip-flop season. Actually, that’s a lie. I wear my flip-flops until the danger of frostbite is just too great a risk to take, which, really, unless I’m trudging through a foot of snow, I don’t see it ever being a problem. I can dash from my front door to my car in a matter of seconds. I could just park in the garage but for some reason that feels unnatural. Am I right?