Off to the Cape
In about 4 1/2 hours we’ll be heading to the airport for our East Coast extravaganza!
And while that is very exciting, it’s also very daunting considering I just closed my suitcase and am unable to lift it by myself. Once again, Preparation Gal has been betrayed by her anti-discrimination policy and unsubstantial muscular build. Sigh.
Ok, must run! Fellow smiffies, hold down the blog while I’m away! I’ll be back in a week or so with a full report.
Over and out.
A typical conversation in our household
Me, staring incredulously at the TV screen: “Is that ‘Baby No Skin’ again? That had better not be ‘Baby No Skin’ again.”
Miranda: “No! It’s not even Discovery Health Channel. It’s TLC!”
Me: “But why does it look gross then?”
Miranda: “It’s ‘Baby Too Much Skin’!”
Me, laughing: “That’s what it’s called?”
Miranda: “Well, no, it’s called ‘My Skin Could Kill Me,’ but I like calling it ‘Baby Too Much Skin.”
PS. The show I would really like to see is ‘Baby Just the Right Amount of Skin.’ Where’s that show, TLC?
Stupid Human Tricks
I have a special talent. I can tell you what number corresponds to EVERY letter in the alphabet. Like A = 1, B = 2, etc. So you could shout out a letter to me and I’ll know the number–instantly. If you say “P”, I’ll say “16″….if you say “U”, I’ll say “21″, without hestitation. I do not know why I have this knowledge in my brain. It really doesn’t enhance my life to know this, BUT it’s a fun party trick. Try me sometime…ask me the letter, or the number and I’ll give you the answer.
It’s useless, it’s trivial, it’s part of what makes me, me.
By the way H=8, which is my favorite number (ever since first grade, when I wished I was 8!)
Slice of Hand
We got a new knife this weekend.
Rachael Ray would not be proud.
Please don’t tell Alton.
Paula - where did I go wrong??
Clearly I will never be an Iron Chef.
Democracy at its best
It’s election day in Colleneville. So let your voices be heard.
That said, who votes that while in New England next week, Miranda and I visit where On Golden Pond was filmed?!!
ON GOLDEN POND, people. One of the best pieces of film to ever hit the big screen. Not to mention one of the most picturesque. I don’t know why this idea is so appealing to me. I think in my head I just picture Katharine Hepburn and Henry Fonda will just be there waiting for us when we pull up. Like, we’ll get out of the car and walk into a scene straight from the movie, with Ethyl calling Norman “a big poop” or “her knight in shining armor” in her distinct, sophisticated New England accent. Or we’ll arrive just in time to hear Norman and Billy catch Walter, the “crafty old sonnuvabitch,” from a canoe offshore. Because by then of course, Billy would have driven the motorboat into a rock in Purgatory Cove and nearly killed Norman. And maybe, just maybe we’d get there to learn the secret of how and why Jane Fonda, aka Chelsea, had such amazingly bad hair during the production of this film. Or why Dabney Coleman was such a huge star in the 80s.
And I’d let Miranda confirm what I already know: that Henry Fonda had some killer breath in those days. And the loooons, Norman, think of the loons.
Ok, so I know what you’re thinking. And, nope, no accidents to speak of. My head is fine. I do actually have the capacity to realize what I’ve written here is totally insane, and not based in reality. *sniff* But the beauty of the Lake Squam area is very real.
And it turns out it’s all about 105 miles away from our trip’s epicenter, Providence, RI. Ok, ok, I know I’m talking crazy talk. But I know much of New England is just dripping with scenic landscapes willing and able to blow the minds of nature deprived Midwestern urbanites like me.
So anyone have any day-trip suggestions of near Providence or Cape Cod? We’ll have just a couple of free days, so we may just stay in the Cape anyway… but just curious what possibilities are out there.
