weekend wrap-up

I wanted cookies, and settled for orange-pineapple-apple juice. Do you have any idea how unsatisfying that is? But yet, we have no cookies, and no milk, and I am sure not going to start baking at 9:30 pm. I can't even complain that much because I prohibited M from doing the grocery shopping today, for absolutely no good reason. I just didn't want him to go. I am hard to live with. I imagine most people would be glad to have the grocery shopping done for them, but I needed him to stay here and explain to me what the heck was going on with Kill Bill, which was on television when we were flipping channels, because there was only about half an hour left and I didn't get it in the slightest, except for this one chick did NOT like being called a Chinese-Japanese-American bitch. (Dudes. Don't call her that. Seriously.) And then this other chick showed up and you really, really don't want to piss her off. I am actually a little afraid of her now and she's fictional. ("When did she learn to fly?" I asked during one particularly unrealistic kick-ass scene. "Umm. Earlier," M said.) He has seen both of the movies so he was happy to explain the plot. It was better than I expected but pretty much the most violent movie I've ever seen. "Why are they showing this on television?!" I said during the middle of a gruesome bloodbath. "This is America, baby," M replied. "You can show as much violence as you want as long as you don't show a nipple, because that might corrupt the youth." That scares me senseless, really it does. Everyone has nipples. NOT EVERYONE CHOPS OFF HEADS. Please inform me why one is deviant and the other is okay for primetime and it is not the one that makes sense. And how a nipple might induce a child to.. what? Like seeing nipples? Because that is.. totally not going to happen without seeing one on television? I. Don't. Get. It.

Anyway. Boyo and I have had a nice weekend. We went shopping a lot yesterday and stayed home and relaxed today. Or, well. I relaxed, Boyo worked himself into exhaustion. He's a good boy. Apparently, concrete blocks? Pretty heavy, and he carried twenty-nine of them into the storage room in the basement. They had been leaning against the wall outside for some reason we haven't figured out. He said that there was an average of six spiders per block. YUCK! And how like my boy to perform statistical averages during manual labor! He has (seemingly) started hunkering down for winter, and trying to get certain things done outside before it gets cold. We have a gazillion trees, so here in a few weeks we'll be buried under piles of leaves and he won't have time for anything else than raking. Note how I said "he". This is because I plan to bribe my way out of raking leaves as much as possible. Cannot write about my methods but it may involve meatloaf.

I have not responded yet to the hosting company's last email about the domain that they disabled without even telling me about it. I haven't really wanted to think about it too much and the only reply I can think of is simply asking them if I have it right: they will continue to not allow me access to my email or website, and I will continue to pay them. Apparently this is what they want me to do? I am hosting four other domains there so it's not like I am really paying them for absolutely nothing (you get five domains for one price) but it gets me a little that they're treating me as if I should not find this inconvenient. I totally understand that they're not doing it to be malicious but they have not said the first word about ways they'd like to make the situation better other than to continue the status quo. Me hates them, precious. Yes, I'm pretty fickle.

Anyway, I am pretty sure it's time to go annoy the boy-type person living here. That's always one of my favorite things to do...