Husbands Is the Cwaziest People

I did not make much progress on the kitchen yesterday, other than to wash out the containers I got for pasta and rice and stuff, but I mentioned to the Hubs that I was planning to clean out the one cabinet we keep food in -- it's very high and inconvenient -- as well as a set of shelves next to the fridge where we keep most of the non-perishables. He said something about going through the spices in the cabinet, and looking for anything else he might have bought at some time and seeing if he still needed it.

At this point, my spices look like a picture in a magazine of a perfect kitchen, and the two cabinet shelves above them are practically empty. Not only did he get rid of anything expired or unused, he emptied it properly, into the compost when appropriate, and put all the boxes or cans or bottles in recycling. Now he's got a football game on the little kitchen TV and is going after the set of shelves.

I know you think now that I have some sort of perfect husband, but let me remind you, this is the same I guy I asked to replace the toilet seat over a year ago, and the new one, in its package, is leaning against the wall next to the doorway to his little study. The CFL bulbs I bought to fit into the fixture in the bedroom ceiling, which I can't reach, are still in their package on the dresser. Why is he going through the kitchen stuff? I suppose it appeals to his sense of order. Which is all wonderful, until I sit down on the toilet one day and the old seat slides off on the side by the almost-broken hinge. On the other hand, all the leaves are raked up out front, which is also good.

I finished the Supreme Court book, very good. I never read The Brethren, so I can't compare. Now I'm reading the cat-in-the-library book, so, quite the change.

Yesterday morning after my haircut and errands, I started setting up the Wii Fit. A very intriguing device. I think what it is is actually a biofeedback device disguised as a game, which is not a bad idea. Anyway, so it did the evaluation of me -- I'm overweight, who could have guessed -- and then the funniest thing happened. If you are a Wii person, then you know that the characters who are playing the games on screen as you move them around are little avatars, cartoon people that you design, usually to look like yourself, called Miis. (One of them is a Mii.) My Mii has shortish hair, green eyes, glasses, a crooked smile, and a blue shirt, since I generally wear denim. I had the sense to change the body style to a little fuller when I originally created it. But when the Wii Fit finished my evaluation, all of a sudden, my little Mii changed to match, and there I am, not so much fat, but a lot bigger than I was before. It was pretty funny, I thought, although I shudder to think what the Mii would look like if the thing had gotten my real weight, instead of the scale-on-a-carpet distorted result.

My little house, which I have always jokingly referred to as The Mouse House -- ironic now, isn't it? -- is cluttered. Most of the piles of stuff, which my mother and sister have always called "our mountains" are out of sight, but the fact is that there is just not a lot of free space here. It's not uncommon that when I'm Wii bowling, for example, my swing will knock magazines off the coffee table, or more likely, my wrist into a corner of my desk. But there were literally only two Wii Fit activities I could do without moving something. So I had to move the loveseat back a few inches, which makes the room look a little off balance, but it's not like anyone's coming here, and if anyone is, it's likely to be one of the girls' friends who's here to play Guitar Hero, and so needs the space.

K is a little under the weather, which makes her alternate between bouts of cranky and super sweet. It's like never knowing who's going to walk into the room next. Once again, I refer you to the most realistic cartoon character of all time:



It's nearly five o'clock and essentially dark, so I feel like it's seven. We've been having very gray weather lately, sometimes with rain and sometimes not, but very little sun. It's depressing, I don't have to tell you.

I'm a little hungry, but not going into the kitchen while the Hubs is still working there. The little kaboomster did not fall far from the daddy kaboomster tree.


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