The weather was in the 80's last week, which told me that summer was *coming* but when I walked down my street and saw that the movie marquee had
Spiderman 3 (saw it, loved it)
Pirates of the Carribbean 2 (ditto... I know, I know, they're dumb, but so good in an old fashioned corny-ass way)
and Shrek 3 (I know EVERYONE else digs them, but I saw the 2nd one on a plane and wasn't impressed...)
Coming soon? The Bournes Ultimatum (third in the series) and Ocean's 13 (can't wait!) In other words.... it's summer, my friends. Generally speaking, I've never been one for sequels, but I can't wait for Ocean's 13. (I tried to watch the original... I'm crazy about Sinatra, but try as I might to change my frame of reference to a different, more misogynist time, I couldn't watch it.)
ANYway. I stayed home sick today with a stomach ache, and our water heater suddenly started to "leak"...ie gallons and gallons of hot and then cold water came tumbling onto my basement floor (and thus, my dirty laundry). It was a good thing that I was home because from his office, Z would never have heard the noise, and it would have gone on for much longer. It was my incredulity that my husband would do laundry in the middle of the day (that was what the water sounded like) that led me to investigate.
So, I finally got to "STOP FREAKIN' Call Beacon!" which I've been waiting to do for years. A pinnacle of marketing genius that line...
New Boiler and a cheeseburger were exactly what the doctor ordered.
