Praying mantis birth subsumed by Gilmore Girls addiction which can only be likened to crack cocaine
GG quote of the day: “I assume you mean did we get our toaster fixed and no, it’s been cold Pop Tarts for week - it’s like a damn Dickens novel.”
See, that's why we love Gilmore Girls. It's lines like that. Holy christ, I have never in all my life been so addicted to a TV show.
OK, so yeah, the praying mantis eggs hatched. J and I were chatting and all of a sudden I looked up and saw the little tiny babies there in the mesh bag. We just released them in the garden. They were tiny miniature versions of praying mantises. Mantii? Whatever. Too lazy to look up.
Anyway. Who cares. Back to Gilmore Girls.
PS: Today for lunch, J and I went to Cafe De L'Hermitage or whatever the fuck it's called. Some Frenchie McFrench-alot* place in Culver City. I ordered a chacuterie plate, plus an artichoke. J said, "I've never eaten an artichoke." I said, "It's kinda like an Awesome Blossom." Ha. Funny. I laugh at own joke.
I spent the remainder of the lunch grilling him about his eating habits. I concluded that, as much as I love J, he has the palette of a 3-year-old. Chicken McNuggets and anything deep fried and anything sweet. He will not eat wasabi; he will not eat pasta; he will not eat quiche; he will not even eat Mac & Cheese (due to the fact that it is a subset of pasta). He has reasoning for all of this, albeit highly idiosyncratic reasoning (sorry, Jeffrey). Then he said, "You're not going to put this on the blog. Please don't tell me you're going to put this on the blog." Of course he knew I had to.
PS2: A note on the birds. They are driving us crazy. Chirping, singing, and galavanting at all hours of the night. It'll be midnight and they are so noisy they actually drown out the Gilmore Girls. Yes, I know, it's blasphemous. Drowning out the GG. Horrible creatures. Jeffrey lies awake, analyzing them, and he says they are like a stand-up comedy show. One bird will be on stage, telling his story, and the others will chirp in approval, as though they are laughing and clapping. Jeffrey can even imitate the hecklers.
He also compares the birds to car alarms. You know, how car alarms go in cycles. Beep-beep-beep ... boo-WOP-boo-WOP-boo-WOP... bahhp-bahhp-bahhp-bahhp ... The most annoying thing about the birds is how they are dead silent all throughout the day and then, typically right around midnight, they start up with the car alarms.
Yeah, I used to like the birds. For a few days there, I even fancied myself a birdwatcher. I'm done with that. I'm considering putting explosives in the bird feed.
PS3: Jeffrey just went out to get us Big Macs and Chicken McNuggets. I should have known this was inevitable, seeing how he was doing hand gestures of the Golden Arches every time we passed a Mickey D's on the drive home from work today. My question: can you pair a California Sauv Blanc with a Happy Meal?
PS4: I gotta say how much I love the fact that the most annoying character on GG has the same name as my ex-bf. It's not a common name, either. Hint: starts with a T. Hated ex-bf, hated character. I love how things sync up.
* A Sarah-ism. Blankie McBlank-alot. I lurve/luff/love it.
See, that's why we love Gilmore Girls. It's lines like that. Holy christ, I have never in all my life been so addicted to a TV show.
OK, so yeah, the praying mantis eggs hatched. J and I were chatting and all of a sudden I looked up and saw the little tiny babies there in the mesh bag. We just released them in the garden. They were tiny miniature versions of praying mantises. Mantii? Whatever. Too lazy to look up.
Anyway. Who cares. Back to Gilmore Girls.
PS: Today for lunch, J and I went to Cafe De L'Hermitage or whatever the fuck it's called. Some Frenchie McFrench-alot* place in Culver City. I ordered a chacuterie plate, plus an artichoke. J said, "I've never eaten an artichoke." I said, "It's kinda like an Awesome Blossom." Ha. Funny. I laugh at own joke.
I spent the remainder of the lunch grilling him about his eating habits. I concluded that, as much as I love J, he has the palette of a 3-year-old. Chicken McNuggets and anything deep fried and anything sweet. He will not eat wasabi; he will not eat pasta; he will not eat quiche; he will not even eat Mac & Cheese (due to the fact that it is a subset of pasta). He has reasoning for all of this, albeit highly idiosyncratic reasoning (sorry, Jeffrey). Then he said, "You're not going to put this on the blog. Please don't tell me you're going to put this on the blog." Of course he knew I had to.
PS2: A note on the birds. They are driving us crazy. Chirping, singing, and galavanting at all hours of the night. It'll be midnight and they are so noisy they actually drown out the Gilmore Girls. Yes, I know, it's blasphemous. Drowning out the GG. Horrible creatures. Jeffrey lies awake, analyzing them, and he says they are like a stand-up comedy show. One bird will be on stage, telling his story, and the others will chirp in approval, as though they are laughing and clapping. Jeffrey can even imitate the hecklers.
He also compares the birds to car alarms. You know, how car alarms go in cycles. Beep-beep-beep ... boo-WOP-boo-WOP-boo-WOP... bahhp-bahhp-bahhp-bahhp ... The most annoying thing about the birds is how they are dead silent all throughout the day and then, typically right around midnight, they start up with the car alarms.
Yeah, I used to like the birds. For a few days there, I even fancied myself a birdwatcher. I'm done with that. I'm considering putting explosives in the bird feed.
PS3: Jeffrey just went out to get us Big Macs and Chicken McNuggets. I should have known this was inevitable, seeing how he was doing hand gestures of the Golden Arches every time we passed a Mickey D's on the drive home from work today. My question: can you pair a California Sauv Blanc with a Happy Meal?
PS4: I gotta say how much I love the fact that the most annoying character on GG has the same name as my ex-bf. It's not a common name, either. Hint: starts with a T. Hated ex-bf, hated character. I love how things sync up.
* A Sarah-ism. Blankie McBlank-alot. I lurve/luff/love it.