Earlier this evening:

Andrew: Momma, I want this (light-up truck that makes lots of obnoxious sounds) in my bedroom tonight.
Me: Well, I want Benedict Cumberbatch in my bedroom, but that’s not happening either ( Read more... )

In no particular order ( Read more... )

(Bill and I are sitting opposite each other at the table. Each of us are on our laptops.)

(All takes place over IM)

Me: B2
Me: C2
Me: D2
Bill: ???
Me: PER-KOW
Me: glub glub
Bill:
Bill: You sank 3/4s of my BATTLESHIP.
Bill: Learn to count, hippie ( Read more... )

Apparently, my new Kindle has it's own email address. I'm amused. I've also been trolling the internet for free eBooks, and have had good luck in finding various editions of classic novels which are theoretically going to be on my Kindle when I power it up again. Jane Eyre and Sherlock Holmes and Jerome K Jerome (which I've always wanted to read ( Read more... )

( So I tricked Bill into watching Sherlock A Study in Pink this evening... )

1. Bill has accused me of using this week in London to relive the month I lived here five years ago.

He's not entirely wrong. You know, if you ignore the fact that I'm not working and I've brought my husband and son along, plus I'm living in a different part of the city, this is more or less what life was like for that totally awesome, fantastic ( Read more... )

Me: Bill, why is the Doctor frozen in carbonite in my freezer?
Bill: Because Jar Jar Binks wasn't available.
Me: ...
Bill: ...
Me: That is an acceptable response.

[Photographic evidence of the Doctor Frozen in Carbonite.]
( Read more... )

Somewhere on the New Jersey Turnpike, yesterday afternoon:

Me: What are you doing?
Bill: Trying to find the traffic report.
Me: Not like we're going to understand what it says.
Bill: Well, if it says that a dinosaur has eaten the Tappan Zee Bridge, we'll understand that's bad.
Me: Sure, because there's a hungry dinosaur roaming around New York. ( Read more... )

( LadyChi asks about adoption, music, weddings, and surprises )

...and, it being Bill, it included a bunch of books he carted with him to the other side of the world, intending to read them. (That he didn't get a chance to read any is another story altogether.) Anyway:

Bill: I've got a biography of Scipio Africanus.
Me: Is he Irish?
Bill What?
Me: Skippy O'Africanus?
Bill:
Me:
Bill: I'm teaching Andrew ( Read more... )