I'M READING A BOOK.

My brilliant brother just showed this to me. It's taken up permanent residence in my head.

Mars & Venus go to first grade.

I'm amazed that girls of all ages are delusional when it comes to the opposite sex.

Observe:

6 year old girl: Um, Boy? I was just wondering? If you broke up with me or not?

6 year old boy: We were never boyfriend and girlfriend. You are too little to have a boyfriend.

Girl: Did you hear that, everyone? He didn't break up with me!

And today an even better one popped out of a disgruntled boy's mouth:

"I wish girls were never even INVENTED!"

admonished via text...

Tue Jan 25, 9:17 am

From: Pete

You stopped blogging!

Oopsadaisy. I hereby vow to do better.

Centerpieces

I just bought these amaryllis bulb kits (WITH beautiful red pots!) at Target in the 75% off aisle. That's right--I saved $180 and only spent $2.50 per centerpiece. Does that mean I can turn around and use that money to buy those $200 shoes I'm still lusting after? In my eyes, they're only $20 now--the price of their Payless counterparts!

Want to know where I get my flawless logic? Life with Father, of course!

Sonnet

Last night, I boasted that I could write Pete a poem any time I wanted to. He demanded one instantaneously, and "not a limerick or haiku either. A real poem, like a sonnet." So I obliged. I stole from Shakespeare a lot, but who doesn't? He's pretty much fair game at this point. William, think of it as a remix, okay?

Oh dear. I've just remembered what Elizabeth Bennet says about sonnets in Pride and Prejudice:

"I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!"

"I have been used to consider poetry as the FOOD of love," said Darcy.

"Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away."

Oh, what have I done????

PS Yep, I've been rewatching it. You should too!

Emma

I think it's time to reread some Austen. Part of the reason I survived last week was the new Emma miniseries, which I watched whenever I had a spare moment. As soon as I finished it, I had the urge to begin it all over again. (That happened with North and South as well.) Instead I grabbed the book to see if Frank Churchill was really as big an idiot in the original text and to remind myself if Jane was as (deservedly) impertinent to Mrs. Elton as they made her out to be.

But when Pete visited this weekend, he suggested (I KNOW! I can't believe my incredible good luck either...) we watch it, as we started it months ago and never got far. So we did, and it was lovely.

I never thought I'd like watching my precious miniseries with a guy, because, well, they don't shriek with joy at the gushy bits, but it's actually more fun this way. I still do get a little silly, I must admit. But unlike Frank Churchill, who decrees that, "One cannot love a reserved person," I find I do. And so did he, for that matter, that dirtbag!

our house!

Not one, but TWO bedrooms!

While Pete was there, the tsar stopped by for a spot of tea with his doppelganger.(Apparently the seminary museum is using our future home as a storage unit. I kind of want to keep them!)

A WASHER AND DRYER! Seriously, I am thrilled about this photo. Who cares if it's bedazzled with duct tape? We won't have to wash our clothes in the lake and dry them in a tree! I can't wait to see it all in person.