Sigh.

My new role in life: chew-toy for my cat. He seems to find great delight in gnawing on my arm.

Some of you might guess that I have been extremely busy because of the lack of posts here. But you'd be wrong. Life continues to drone on boringly. My life is the exact opposite of a Sandford.

Hmmmm. You'd never guess that I made a New Year's Resolution to be less negative. Now that I think of it, that was last year's NYR too. How successful could I have been if I have the same NYR two years in a row? Hello, my name is Eeyore.

BUT- to look on the bright side of things: we are going on a three day vacation this weekend. "WHAT?" you may say. She just said that she is, in essence, a shiftless bum, so why does she need a vacation? Well- notice the word "we." The vacation is not for me- it's for Brad. His life, in fact, rivals the busy-ness of a Sandford...and he hasn't had a real vacation for...well...a long time. Maybe in fact, over a year and a half. The last long weekend we had was back in May, for Jeff and Fritter's wedding, and as fun as that was- it wasn't really a vacation...because to me, a vacation is mostly spent alone- retreating from the world. And their wedding was An Exciting Social Event! And our trip to NH for a week was definitely NOT a vacation. So- the last vacation HE has had was probably....our second anniversary trip to Burlington, VT. ( See July 2005). So he really deserves a vacation. I'm just along for the ride, trying not to feel guilty that we won't be going to church.

ANYway- on to a strange and random anecdote. Recently, as he and I were talking, Brad imitated me groaning about something and he let out this strange, overexaggerated noise. Suddenly, there was a ghostly little echo. We both noticed it and wondered what could be making it. AHA! The headboard! Of the nearby bed! It was acting as a sounding-board. Weird!
( That was my theory anyway.) Brad made the noise again- exactly as before. It was kind of musical. The faint echoing noise came again. Wow! And then Brad realized that it was coming from a guitar, which was also nearby. The exaggerated groaning noise he was making was in fact, in the key of E and every time he made it, the guitar vibrated sympathetically in the same key. I TOLD you it was a strange and random anecdote! If I wanted to be stranger and randomer, I might also tell you about the discussion we had about musical notes and how I thought that E was the first note ever discovered/played/sung and in fact, the key that God talks in, ( b/c E major happens to be my favorite chord), and Brad disputed this and said that it was too shallow and happy and unresolved and that in fact, G must be the key that God talks in because it's much more authoritative and definitive sounding. ( If definitive is the word I want...I'm paraphrasing our conversation b/c I can't remember it word for word...)

But I won't tell you about that discussion. Because it would be too weird. And I'm sure God is no respecter of keys and probably talks in all musical tones.

( I just read this post over the phone to Brad - who is working like a busy Sandford- and as I finished reading it to him, I heard, " That will be $7.48. Would you like a bag for that, sir?" Well, at the time that I started reading, he said that the store was dead. )

As we continued to talk just now, I began to notice a strange little noise niggling at the back of my mind. It finally registered that it was the noise of silverware clanking on unwashed breakfast dishes. I jumped up and ran over to the kitchen to shoo the cat off the counter and mentioned Stan's transgression to Brad and he said, " I was wondering when you were going to notice that!" Unbelievable. That boy has ears like an owl.

Okay- I'd better stop writing or I really won't get anything done today AND I'll bore you all to death. The great unwashed mass of breakfast dishes calls. Yeah- three cereal bowls...MY LIFE IS AWESOME!