HB

M and I had a little sub-conversation today at lunch (we were actually talking about writing and how I can't make myself stay on task) comprised of quotations. It went a little something like this, and please ignore if they aren't word-for-word because I am not into fact-checking right now, and besides, this is the actual conversation.

K: "Don't try, Marge. Trying is the first step toward failure." --Homer Simpson.
M: "Do, or do not. There is no try." --Yoda.
K: "Holy balls!" --totte

I don't know. Maybe you would have had to have been there. Last night we had an accidental conversation whereby I laughed at something M had said, and he was confused as to why I was laughing until I asked him wtf "holy balls" means. He had actually said something completely different, but I heard holy balls, so holy balls it is.

We have, perhaps, been overusing that particular expression today.

Much shopping was done today, during this most fabulous day off, and then we ended up having dinner with my parents and niece (also, aunt and uncle) for the niece's birthday, which is tomorrow. So, that turned our day into something a little longer and more active than planned, and we just got home a few minutes ago. I am too old for this gallivanting around the country and not getting in until ELEVEN. And yes, that's sarcasm, but I.. well, I had an hour-long nap in the car. After a half-hour nap on the way up there. And we slept in this morning. Oi.