That is all.
Oh. And here are the tweets.
Why? Why are all the people being stupid at me today? Why?
Margie, playfully, to me: Aw, it only took up six minutes arguing with you. You can’t even take up a ten minute argument. You’re worth nothing.
Margie: Right now is the future for 1981.
Why does autocorrect correct things to stuff it still doesn’t recognize? It’s like, “No clue what you were going for, but I’m righter.”
The Doctors are all playing against himself on Wii Sports Resort. Wow. Grammar is hard with time travelers.
Elliott, complimenting me: “I love your smelling.” Thanks, dude. I think.
Elliott, misunderstanding a Doctor Who line while reenacting the scene with Legos: “Look, they’re having fish sticks and fingers!”
You know what’s normal? A kid’s party at 10:30 pm. Normal for my neighbors, I mean. #feelingstabby
Totally just saw Wil Wheaton or his doppelgänger in La Mesa.
OK, pudding, I will make you now.
Gillian Anderson has one of my favorite noses. Just FYI.
It’s so disheartening to dust in the late afternoon sun when you can see the motes just waiting to land all over your shelves again.
I totally just had a bad dream about kittens. I didn’t know that was possible.
I was just wondering what happened to my Pet Shop Boys CD and then I remembered it was a cassette tape. Which I probably still have.
Jesus Christ Superstar totally counts as a Christmas movie, right?
Margie: I predict boredom!
Elliott: Ew! I hate drooling. Margie: Me, too, but I only do it when you’re annoying. (To punish him.)
Word to the wise: when your kid complains that something smells like poo, “your mom” is not, it turns out, a good reply.
Overheard in line at Blockbuster: “Lord of the Rings is another good trilogy. But not unless you watch The Hobbit first.”