wine blog madness.

i'll let you in on a little secret, i don't edit my wine blog before i post it.

i just write and post and generally edit it the next day. in the late morning.

so, if you want to get fresh from the factory floor posts, check the wine blog at night and in the morning.

the reason for this is because i'm writing the wine blog at night. and i'm tired at night. and i'm having some wine at night. and i'm trying to unwind at night.

so it's all i can do to get the words on the page. making sense of them just isn't in the cards.

and sure, in the morning when i get a chance to edit i'm usually hit with "what the fuck was THAT?" some word or turn of phrase that sounded FABULOUS at 8:53 pm and a glass in that makes no sense in the cold harsh light of day.

so, if you want the unfiltered goodness try the evening and early morning. otherwise, wait a bit and you'll get the edit.

because there are those of you, and you know who you are, who may just not want to know what i get up to in my head before the other voices have a chance to weigh in.

x.

day at the museum.

so we went to see the roman art exhibit for the duke's birthday and it was FABULOUS!

it is simply amazing that these statues and objects not only made it from that time period, but that they made it packed and shipped from overseas and then back again. it's an exhibit on loan from the louvre and i think it only has two spots it's stopping in america.

we are so fortunate to have been able to see it.

but, you know i can't be in public without there being an 'incident.'

i swear to you if i didn't have witnesses it wouldn't be believable. i should have been a character in seinfeld.

it seems wherever i go lately in the past few years, and i may have shared this with you before, i just get treated weirdly or worse than everyone else around me. like the checker will be nice to my husband,or the person in front of me or whoever, but not me. or somebody at a store will offer assistance to everyone around me, but then act put upon when i need help.

so, we're at the museum. and the lighting is meant to highlight the art, not the descriptions of the art. and i'm old and my eyes are going bad and my contacts suck. soooo, if i wanted to actually read the teeny tiny unlit descriptions i had to get close to where they were mounted on the wall.

everyone did. and there were no signs saying anything about getting too close to anything and nobody was. nobody was touching or anything like that. everyone in my family and those around us were all on our best museum behavior.

then we saw the statues of the children. and the descriptions were mounted next to the statues. and wingman was interested. and so like i had been doing and like everyone else was doing i stepped closer to the description and quietly read about the statues of the children to wingman.

and quicker than you can say toga there was a museum security guard right at my elbow! he looked all nervous and frantic, his eyes darting about and back on me,

"um, ma'am? you are waaayyy too close. you need to step back. now."

"oh, okay."

so did step back. and noticed everyone else as close as i was OR CLOSER to all the descriptions around me! AND even the statues and art!

and then i noticed where the security guard had been standing clear. across. the. room. filled with art and statues and people and how he must have BOOKED it over to where i was being too close to the art.

good lord you should have seen the huge ass 3000 year old marble arch he had to get around to get to me being too close to the art!

the lord of the ring just had his mouth hanging open. the boybarians were looking around in wonder as everyone else around us was being too close to the art!

and i wasn't even being too close to the art! i was being too close to the description of the art that was mounted a few feet from the art!

i should just call jerry seinfeld right now and tell him that he needs to follow me around with a camera because i am material galore. seriously, jer, hop on a plane and get out here. if not a whole series, i am at least an HBO special in the making.

we were all stunned. the lord of the ring couldn't believe what he saw.

and i was vindicated. because so often i'm by myself or just with the boybarians when people treat me weirdly or worse than everyone else around me and it just sounds like i'm bitter.

but i'm not BITTER! i am just treated weirdly or worse than everyone else around me! that is some karmic shit right there, right?

and just in case you were wondering, NO i am not overtly rude or demanding. i'm pleasant and deferential in public. oh quit snickering. it's true. i am actually a very polite person.

i can hear you snickering still. snicker away, it's true!

regardless, it was a good trip and we'll go back for the impressionism exhibit coming soon. where i will try to be on my best behavior and for reasons known only to the universe, i will fail.

be sure to check the news that day.

and now, now the jewish holiday that is the duke's birthday has come to a close. whew.

in other news, you may have noticed i never got to do a special wine blog with sis in the city this past weekend. it wasn't in the cards.

BUT, there's a new wine blog up and it's good and it's cheap!!!!

enjoy!

and if you'll notice i use the term Y2K2.0. i'm coining that and charging everyone who uses it in the future. and you know they will.

i'm not getting screwed over like that happy face guy who never collected on people using the black happy face on the yellow circle! no sireee bob!

x.

howdy! howdy!

good lord but i am busy.

the duke's birthday is this weekend and it's like a jewish holiday with the multiple days of celebration!

plus, school, baseball, new art class, piano, trying to whip the yard into shape now that the weather is better, the list is endless.

one bright note is the duke wants to see the roman art exhibit in the big city as part of his birthday fun! i am very much looking forward to that and to traipsing around the big city pretending that i live there and not in the middle of nowhere where there is no escape unless you fill up the gas guzzling beast. and then escape to where? dairy queen? the mall?

and the weather is actually supposed to be nice this weekend so that just makes all of it just a bit more bearable.

in other news the boys are both LOVING their new art class and i couldn't be more pleased. they are really applying themselves and learning a lot about technique, materials, etc. but if you ask them about it they'll say

"yeah. i like it"

roll. eyes.

it's funny what i see and what we talk about and then when asked directly by another adult they've suddenly got nothing to say.

in other other news wingman was dragged along to book club yesterday in the interest of not wanting to drive all the way home to drop him off after art class and he's decided it's not so bad and he's going to join. i like this because i think he has a complete and solid disinterest in joining anything organized or any group.

gee, i wonder where he gets that.

and by slightly nudging him he can actually experience something before making a decision. i don't want to force him into anything, but he has a LOT of interests at his age and i'd like him to have the opportunity to explore them. and he just doesn't want to. because he doesn't want to join anything. so, this book club thing is positive in that he sees it's not what he thought it was and is actually kinda fun.

we'll see. the kid plans on living with us the rest of his life and collecting allowance so maybe it doesn't matter if he learns to be in a group or not.

special wine blog tomorrow night!!!!

my little sister is coming for a visit and she wants to "review" a wine with me. so stay tuned it should be a good time!!

x.

woo woo on a tuesday.

my house needs spring. the energy is sucking me dry, i can't shake the virus that keeps going around. i feel stuck. i feel tired. i am not sleeping well.

i'd like to throw open the doors and the windows and let spring in!

but, it's freezing here and if i leave any entrance open i'll have a plethora of tasty rodent snacks to choose from lovingly brought to me by the kitties. (who are now full grown cats! eeek!)

so with the boybarians off to the dentist with the lord of the ring, i found an old unburnt smudge stick, dusted it off and smudged my house.

it's funny how it all comes back. the smells the chants the pulling out of seemingly nowhere some hope for cleansing. for renewal.

i thought of the desert where i once lived and where this very smudge stick came from.

i fanned the smoke to each corner and twirled it around each room. filling the house with love and light and blessings and a hell of a lot of really good smelling smoke.

i wondered briefly what the watchers who prowl the military base frontage road in my backyard would see should they care to focus their binoculars close enough.

today is tuesday, milk day. would the milk man come while i was chanting and burning and fanning?

the neighbor?

with a ton of windows and virtually no curtains, anyone could have quite a show. it's a good thing i was never into going skyclad.

i'm just glad the cats weren't in the house. i don't need them watching me.

the thing about spirituality is that it's so personal. and as such, an audience is the last thing many of us want. to be witnessed at your most engaged and perhaps vulnerable? not for me.

in a mood such as this i prefer my spirituality like i prefer my whiskey, straight up and alone. i like to have my thoughts and voice them without a greek chorus wondering or commenting or watching.

what? don't tell me you've never drunk whiskey straight up and talked to yourself out loud on occasion? try it, it's better than therapy. (i'd close the curtains first for that, though. tack up a sheet, or something)

so i don't know if the military or the milk man or the neighbor saw anything.

but i do know my house smells an awful lot like something good and sweet. and that if you dropped by and didn't know better, well you'd think there was a party going on at 9:43 on a tuesday morning.

x.

communication 101

yesterday the duke was being disagreeable and snarky about some tasks i was after him to finish.

so i said jokingly

"you better watch it, bub. i'm working on your curriculum for next year. with the attitude you're giving me, well it'd be shame for it to reflect on curriculum planning"

he paused and then said all sadly

"you mean you won't buy me any?"

and there you have it. i'm joking about piling it on and he's worried i won't purchase any.

if only all of our future mother/son arguments would pan out so "well."

while i know they won't, it's a perfect example of communication between family members. how it can be misinterpreted, however charmingly. because generally misinterpretation is not terribly charming in its outcome.

and a good reminder to keep the snarky joking to a minimum or at least dialogue about it lest the boybarians take things the wrong way and totally to heart.

words are so important, as is intent. and the ability to joke and be lighthearted is important too, i just need to remember what it feels like to be little and to be able to explain and tone it down when necessary.

though, i retain my right to verbally threaten to sell them to the gypsies whenever the need arises.

and mean it.

x.

i could say something in valley girl speak but that would be trite.

valley girl, one of the greatest movies of all time and anyone who says different either hasn't seen it or is just dead inside, turns 25 this week.

I SAW THAT MOVIE 25 YEARS AGO?!?

how is that possible?

crap.

that makes me like what, 137 in mom years?

in other news, the first baseball game of the season is tomorrow, the boybarians start a fabulous art class on thursday, and it's the homeschool science fair thursday as well.

busy week.

but what i really wanna know is, can a citrus fruit generate electricity? can you build a working flashlight out of an altoids tin?

totally.

i'll keep you posted.


x.

two birds, one vote.

i don't know why this didn't occur to me before.

the whole conflict (however waning as the contest wears on) for the liberals of do we go with the woman or the african-american may just be moot.

if mc cain chooses condoleezza as a running mate and gets elected then all we have to do is wait.

i mean, really, the dude is old. i'm not saying that renders him incompetent, but he is OLD. things happen when you're old. especially so if you're not in top health.

then there you have it! problem solved!

of course there's the teeny tiny issue of the white house still being controlled by warmongering wannabe fascists, but hey, you can't have it all now CAN YOU!

x.

i say, with such a fine suit of clothes where is this draft coming from?

bernanke just used the word recession.

not stagflation.

not downturn in the economy.

not economic challenges.

yes, the r word.

i wonder how the authorization happened? was it an e-mail? a phone call? did a shapely gal jump out of a cake and toss confetti and shout "go for it ben!"?

what a fuckin' farce.

i resent the fact that this country is being run by someone who thinks we're all stupid. that we would fall for the song and dance like a buncha village idiots. ooh shiny!

oh. wait. we did.

okay okay the first one was stolen. but what's the excuse for the the second time?

01.20.09

x.

life is a cabaret.

wingman has a beautiful voice. he sings a LOT. he makes up songs, hums, the works.

he does not want to join a choir or study voice. he does not want to sing in front of others.

shit, there goes my retirement plan.

anyhow, lately he has been repeating what people say in song.

for instance,

"wingman put on your shoes, it's time to go"

"put on your shoes, your shoes it's time to go...."

"wingman, leave. me. alone!"

"leave me alllllooooone! allllooooonnnee!!!"

this morning i was stirring cream into coffee while the duke was regaling me with his knowledge of vitamin k.

"so, if there wasn't vitamin k we'd all bleed to death"

"bleeding to death...it really hurts!"

indeed.

x.

youth is never wasted on the young.

last night awhile before bed wingman was having some toast at the dining room table.

i sat across from him reading a magazine and looked up in time to see him wipe his mouth on the tablecloth.

"did you just wipe your mouth with the tablecloth!?!"

"not my mouth. my chin"

"the tablecloth is not for wiping your mouth!"

"but i didn't have a napkin"

"there is a whole drawer FULL of napkins two steps away from you!"

"but i wanted to be mr. messy"

"well you can be mr. messy when you're grown and have your own house and your own tablecloths"

"but i won't do it then"

"why not"

"because i will think like an adult then and won't want to be messy"

get it while you can lad.

it is ever so fleeting and you're absolutely right.

x.

if two trains leave the same station.

tuesday march 18, 2008

leave the house at 11:30 a.m.

1. susan b. anthony play ~ 1/2 an hour in one direction. then on to...

2. piano ~ 1/2 an hour in the opposite direction, so 1 hour from the play. then on to...

3. baseball ~ 1/2 an hour in a slightly other direction, though only 20 minutes from piano.

get home at 7:30 p.m.

whew! good thing gas is at an all time low, i'm driving an ultra fuel efficient vehicle, and i love leaving the house all day long!

otherwise, that might look like one sucky schedule!

x.

snakes, my ass.

it's that time of year again. the annual post wherein i say disparaging but no less true things about st. patrick.

i'll spare you the vitriol as i'm sure you're familiar with my feelings by now and move on to the good stuff!

corned beef slow simmered for hours and then finished off in the oven enrobed in a delicious dijon mustard, brown sugar, and clove glaze.

cabbage, red potatoes, and carrots boiled in the broth left from the corned beef until tender.

homemade and baked in a cast iron dutch oven irish soda bread.

a horseradish sour cream sauce to serve along side.

and of course, guinness. black and tans to be specific.

you don't have to like st. patrick to enjoy the day. plus there's irish floating around in me somewhere. but, i suppose that doesn't really matter today now does it?

moving right along.

i know when i hear the phrase

"you ruin ALL the fun!"

i have either

a. just saved myself at least a couple hundred dollars in repairs or replacement.

or

b. just prevented the almost certain breaking of a limb.

ruining all the fun

=

priceless.

happy st. patrick's day!!!

x.

freaky friday.

well, this whole business with the governor of new york certainly has grabbed the headlines.

but what's more interesting is the bashing of his wife. she stands by him during two press conferences and everybody's all up in arms about what a weak woman she must be! how the whole stand by your man thing is just a crock of shit.

yeah, right. do you suppose we'd be seeing mrs. bill clinton on the campaign trail had she not stood by her man? yeah, not so much. there are a lot of roads to take in this world. cutting and running is one of them, but others get you a LOT farther.

plus, the thing is, after all those years of marriage and three daughters the spitzers are more than a married couple. they are a family.

and when the shit hits the fan, you want your family by you. even if they're pissed, even if they're not talking to you, you want to know you've got support. that you are loved despite your shitty behavior.

and being in a family means standing by your loved ones even when they've screwed up.

no. body. is. perfect.

people are weird and they do a lot of weird things. but when it's all said and done, family is family. and hopefully that means no one gets left behind.

god forbid should i ever spend 80 thousand bucks on a hooker and then have to go on live tv and say what a schmuck i'd been i'd sure want the lord of the ring standing beside me. for better or worse. and all that.

so i say good for you, silda! you keep your chin up and don't let the bastards get you down. because it's not what happens to you but how you deal with it that determines character.

strength takes many forms.

(as an aside, though, if i were her, i'd be WAY more pissed about the 80 thousand bucks than about the infidelity!!! just sayin' is all.)

x.

want to add a little excitement to your day?

take a time release vitamin. especially one that colors your pee.

you take it in the morning and totally forget.

then, when you least expect it a routine bathroom trip becomes a two or three times a day freak out with the unexpected existence of neon yellow pee.

good times.

of course this only lasts the first few days of taking said vitamin before you get used to it and it no longer provides the same level of excitement.

or, it does, in which case perhaps you ought to get out more.

happy monday.

x.

tee vee.

so we were watching some family t.v. the other night before wingman's bedtime.

family t.v. watching generally isn't something we engage in unless it's sports (and that's the "royal we" for sports as *i* am usually doing something else) or family movie night. occasionally, rick steves' travel shows on PBS.

just regular ol' t.v. is rarely appropriate for the whole family, and even if the show is appropriate (food network, some shows on the learning channel, HGTV) the commercials are NOT. especially so after 6 pm.

so we were watching some inane show on HGTV about what people's houses are worth in different parts of the country and the commercials come on.

the first one starts off innocently enough. a woman, a family, they're all busy and rushing around.

it could be a stouffer's commercial, perhaps they're selling a minivan, maybe it's for chocolate?

turns out it's for birth control. an IUD in fact. and, they don't just tell you about it in long and excruciating detail, they show it to you too!

a hand is bending it and flexing the IUD to show how bendy it is? how comfortable it is? i don't know why they are showing it to us, but they are. and going on and on and on and on about this little flexible bendy comfortable thing.

then wingman, who's no dummy, pipes up all confused

"yeah. but where do you put it?"

too much on a tuesday night.

i gave him the quick and dirty, but that never satisfies the kid.

and frankly, i think it sucks that i not only have to be confronted with such a commercial in general, but especially so during what is typically and has been for generations, "family" viewing t.v. time.

i think it's just plain tacky to have some hand holding and squeezing and bending an IUD. get an examining room why don't you? leave the 7pm viewing hour to the crystal light drink mixes, the hidden valley ranches, and the michelin tire man.

moving right along to the next commercial break. this time for lipstick. it's all moving cameras and lights and strutting on the runway and high fashion. this is stylish lipstick!

so then the duke pipes up

"i don't get why they show a grown woman sucking on a lollipop to sell lipstick? and she's not even sucking on it! it's just hanging in her mouth!"

good. lord.

then this morning the duke is going through the val-pak envelope looking at all the local area coupons that came in the mail. he's saving out all the coupons he thinks we'd use as a family and recycling the rest. if he's not sure of a coupon, he asks aloud.

OMG i'm trying to wake up and the last thing i need to is to be asked a million times in a row if we need windshield repair, hearing aid visits ("maybe you'll need this one day?") or a complete easter dinner from honey baked ham!

so on about the fourth ask my voice more than conveys my irritation with this exercise.

"mama, do you want this introductory offer to the gym?"

"no. no i don't"

he misinterprets my irritation and says all quickly

"oh! not because i think you're fat!"

"i know honey"

"because you're not fat! really!"

sigh. and lookee here. it's not even 10:30 am.

in other news y'all be happy to know that i've finished the hobbit!!! just in time, and with time to spare for today's book club.

for all my fussing, it turns out it was an enjoyable read. i knew it wouldn't be bad, i just need to have something to complain about.

i doubt i'll be reading the lord of the rings trilogy, but, one never knows. perhaps one day i'll find myself imprisoned and have nothing. else. to. read.

the thing is, reading the hobbit just further confirms that however packaged, there are truly no new ideas. virtually everything i have read in that genre seems to have been heavily influenced by if not cleverly copied from the hobbit.

well, they do say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

i suppose that will just have to do.

x.

@#$%!* hobbit!

so due to some screwy mix-up, book club is this week, not last.

having found this out last week just in time, i was able to abandon my worries about the hobbit. for the moment.

then, i got sick on friday and saturday. and having exhausted my supply of library books at that point, i begrudgingly cracked open the hobbit.

oh, and wouldn't you know in this house we have FOUR copies to choose from. so i chose the handsomely illustrated one thinking it would help. it didn't.

the first page was all this and that and runes and symbols and maps and blah blah blah. i was lying in bed in my room when i said aloud

"thorin oakenshield. oh. great. this oughta be good"

when all of a sudden i hear piping up from what i thought was the boybarian's empty room

"WHAT! you're only on the first page?!?"

the duke of fun. leader of this month's book club. chooser of the hobbit. has read the book, but read it again anyway for the club. is finished with the book, has been for a week. is irritated and incredulous.

oops. so i say

"well, now, i read fast. i could probably finish it today if i wanted to. which. i .don't. besides, honey, you have to understand, it's really not my cup of tea"

so he comes into my room, hands on his bony little hips all fired up

"well, why did you even join the book club if you weren't even going to read the book! gah!"

and then he left.

well that's not fair! i AM reading the book! sure, yeah, the book we were supposed to have discussed two days prior so i guess technically i should have already maybe started.

except i found out we had another week! doesn't that count for something!

kids these days, i swear.

x.

i'm either really smart or really stupid.

ah, parenting. an experience that cannot be matched. an experience that is not for the faint of heart.

so, it's come to pass that i pay the duke of fun 2$ a room to sweep and mop. the deal is, he has to sweep and mop the rooms i choose, when i choose them to be done. like he can't just do the kitchen or another room whenever he wants for a quick 2 bucks.

today, for instance, he is sweeping and mopping the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, and the bathroom.

it's also come to pass that i pay wingman 1.50 a load for folding and putting away a whole load of towels, washcloths, dish towels, and cloth napkins. he even rolls the washcloths just the way i like them.

today, for instance, he is doing two loads and is eager to get his money in hand.

i realize that as a parent, it's perfectly well within my GOD GIVEN AND MORE THAN EARNED RIGHT to force these children to do these tasks.

BUT, they already both have daily chores they must do, without pay, just to contribute to the household.

AND, since i've hurt my back, sweeping and mopping are out for now, and i CANNOT STAND folding and putting away. i can do laundry like a champ and pile it to the ceiling, it's the folding and putting away that gets me.

so, i'm either smart or really stupid for paying to get these chores done each week.

but, i've sure got some clean floors and there's no laundry mountain on my couch.

and i'm sitting here with you, a cup of coffee, and some peace and quiet while the boybarians toil away.

and, there's NOT ONE COMPLAINT AND THEY ARE MORE THAN HAPPY TO DO IT BECAUSE THEY ARE GETTING PAID.

not bad for 11 bucks, huh?

and at count, wingman has 98$ in his bank account if he counts the 3$ he just made. and he's DYING to get to 100$ so he's BEGGING me for another job that might earn him 2 more dollars.

aaanndd i think i just answered my earlier query.

and sillymortalmama says HA!

some days i really do come out right on top.

x.

one more chance NOT to read the hobbit.

so, i hurt my back.

i bent to pick up a pillow and BOOM! my back just spasmed and went.

it's only been in the past year i have had trouble with my back. it's always been my neck. but since i've been working on my neck and have had little trouble with that this year, my lower back seems to have taken my neck's pain and claimed it as its own.

anyhow, it's been terrible. the lower back is a very inconvenient place to be injured. i can't sit or stand or lie down without being in pain.

walking is an exercise in horribleness for me and hilariousness for those around me. i look exactly like fred sanford, only more stooped over.

we have one recliner that gives me support and comfort. so i've largely been planted to past few days.

the duke says i should get a motorized chair.

"you know, mama, a rascal. like those oldsters drive"

and isn't it funny how when you can't be active, you are physically unable to be active, is when you most want to eat piles of cheese and gallons of wine and buckets of fried food?

darwinism takes a holiday.

anyhow, this week is another busy week. with the added benefit of the duke of fun leading our home school group's first book club.

and what does he choose? the hobbit. i've spent 36 years NOT reading the hobbit and now i have to. and i haven't started yet. i hear it takes forever to read. and since i've got all of two days to read it, i suppose i ought to start it.

sigh.

wait? WAIT! isn't there a movie?

there's a movie! i'm almost sure of it! of course i'd have to watch it when the duke's not around.

now all i've got to do is rascal my way down to the video store and i'm good.

whew. that was close.

x.

friday still means something somewhere in the world.

this has been a long and busy week.

the duke was sick. the WORST sick person ever! there's nothing worse than someone lying around the house moaning "i NEED sushi!" "can we order mexican food?" "could you make me something to eat? like a burger with french fries? or some indian food?"

he's an insatiable bottomless pit of specific food need when he's sick. i am so glad he's a boy and therefore i will never have to experience him pregnant.

then the duke got better.

then we went on a field trip.

that's about it.

except now it's the weekend. if only friday signaled the beginning of some downtime like it used to.

the lord of the ring returns from his business trip, we've got to count birds for the great backyard bird count and have a birthday party across the pond. then there's family movie night and weekend cleaning.

if only getting sick meant i'd get a break i'd try it.

in the meantime there's a new wine blog up and i've got a few waiting in the wings. if you end up trying any of the bottles, leave a comment with your thoughts. i'd love to know what you think.

enjoy your friday!

x.

the wife is always the last to know.

so the duke of fun and the lord of the ring made it to the caucus on saturday.

wingman and i were going to meet them there, but we got a late start, got lost, and then couldn't find parking. by the time we were circling for the fifth time, the lord of the ring called from inside to say registration had closed.

bummer.

we went for donuts and paid a visit to the wine shop instead.

so, long story short, the lord of the ring is now an alternate delegate for our precinct.

only, in telling me about the caucus, he didn't mention that little detail.

so later, his mother called and we were chatting about the caucus and she said "so i hear my son is a delegate" or something to that affect.

i couldn't figure out what she was talking about and just figured she had no idea about what went on in a caucus. even though SHE herself had just been to one. (note to self: get mother in law omega-3 oils and some brain exercising puzzles)

so i get off the phone and say

"i don't think your mother understands what a caucus is"

"why do you say that?"

"she was just talking to me about you being a delegate or something like that. i don't know, but i don't think she gets it"

"oh. no, she does. i am a delegate. well, an alternate delegate"

"what?!? what are you talking about?"

"for our precinct there are two delegates. if one of them can't make it, i'm the alternate"

"and you were going to mention this when?"

"i just spaced it. busy day"

"i can't believe you didn't say something earlier. what else are you not telling me?"

"well, i got two pairs of pants hemmed last week"

"what?!? by who? you've never gone to get pants hemmed before!"

"at the dry cleaners in town. it wasn't cheap either"

"it's like i don't know you at all"

x.