I'm watching 'The Good Shepherd' with Geekster. Great movie. Only smart people would find it interesting, though, which obviously proves my genius.
Today is the 14th anniversary of our first date. Fourteen years ago, I walked into a party, sat down at a table and swept the man off his feet. He couldn't help himself. He was smothered in my hotness.
Obviously my spell would have eventually worn off on him, so I tricked him into knocking me up like all smart nineteen-year-old girlfriends should. It's the way to keep a man.
See what I mean? I can totally watch and grasp The Good Shepherd. Smart = The Maven.
Eight years ago to the day, we also walked into our brand new house. It was so spacious back then. So spacious and so... clean. It's never been that clean since. Well, except for this week, where I could probably lick the floor if there was a reason to. A good reason would be if the floor were made of chocolate. That might be messy, though, and there would be many holes in it stemming from my hormonal shifts and subsequent sugar cravings.
No, chocolate floors would be bad.
Also, I don't know if we would have been able to sell our house in a week and a half if it had chocolate floors.
Oh, did I mention that we sold our house today?
Of course I didn't. It's called a 'lead up' because I was leading up to the big announcement. Smart people like me - people who can blog and still follow what's going on in intelligent movies like The Good Shepherd - know all about how to create suspense in blogs.
We also know when to get back to the movie before we lose track and end up having to ask our husbands what's going on so he can roll his eyes at us because we were blogging instead of watching the movie.
We sold our house!! Congratulations, us! Let the lattes flow and the packing begin.
Oh, and we move in six weeks. This was our buyer's pre-requisite, which we made a reality.
That is not so smart. Not so smart at all.
Today is the 14th anniversary of our first date. Fourteen years ago, I walked into a party, sat down at a table and swept the man off his feet. He couldn't help himself. He was smothered in my hotness.
Obviously my spell would have eventually worn off on him, so I tricked him into knocking me up like all smart nineteen-year-old girlfriends should. It's the way to keep a man.
See what I mean? I can totally watch and grasp The Good Shepherd. Smart = The Maven.
Eight years ago to the day, we also walked into our brand new house. It was so spacious back then. So spacious and so... clean. It's never been that clean since. Well, except for this week, where I could probably lick the floor if there was a reason to. A good reason would be if the floor were made of chocolate. That might be messy, though, and there would be many holes in it stemming from my hormonal shifts and subsequent sugar cravings.
No, chocolate floors would be bad.
Also, I don't know if we would have been able to sell our house in a week and a half if it had chocolate floors.
Oh, did I mention that we sold our house today?
Of course I didn't. It's called a 'lead up' because I was leading up to the big announcement. Smart people like me - people who can blog and still follow what's going on in intelligent movies like The Good Shepherd - know all about how to create suspense in blogs.
We also know when to get back to the movie before we lose track and end up having to ask our husbands what's going on so he can roll his eyes at us because we were blogging instead of watching the movie.
We sold our house!! Congratulations, us! Let the lattes flow and the packing begin.
Oh, and we move in six weeks. This was our buyer's pre-requisite, which we made a reality.
That is not so smart. Not so smart at all.