saved for later

In case I ever need a laugh, I should think about the time Boyfriend had a mouth suck in his ear, or the time a bird pooped all over the inside of his car, even though the window was only cracked open.

hearsay

Overheard (over-read?) on Google+:

"IANAG [I am not a Googler] but by virtue of where I live, I meet a lot of them and don't ask what they do besides a job title, if that. Just the other day I was recounting the SuperBowl party I went to and I mentioned off-hand "and there was a lawyer there named Angela something and she was wearing Glass".

My friend said, "That was Angela blahblahblah, she's pretty high up on blah." To which I responded, "Sweet. She was really chill." and carried on with my story."

Heh, I'm curious who it was that identified me, amused that they thought I am "pretty high up" on anything, and glad that this guy thought I was "really chill," despite the fact that I often feel extremely awkward around strangers and have been crazy stressed about work lately.

1, 2, 3

Today is the three year anniversary of when Boyfriend and I decided (over Google Talk, no, I'm not joking) that we should start dating. It was kind of a crazy day, because I had just broken up with my previous boyfriend on the phone (he was in Switzerland), and Boyfriend was in New York at the time, but it was one of the best chat conversations in the history of the world. I think I followed it with as much eager anticipation as most sports fans follow a key game when their favorite team is playing. It was awesome, and the past three years have been awesome.

bonk

Boyfriend opened the sliding door to the back yard to let his dog out to pee. His dog didn't notice that the screen door was still closed, and tried to charge out. Bonk.

in the city

It was a weekend of fun in the city -- Boyfriend and I went up yesterday evening for a birthday dinner with my sister, and the restaurant was surprisingly good. My favorite dish of the night was mint chocolate chip ice cream sandwiches -- they somehow managed to make the ice cream taste exactly like fresh mint, rather than mint flavoring. Yum. It's always good to see my sister, and it's good to hang out without the kids sometimes (I love my nieces and nephew, but a non-kids night now and then feels like old times).

I also gave my nephew his 8th birthday present, a microscope, and I wasn't sure if he was going to like it (I loved my microscope when I was little, but I wasn't sure if he would be quite as much of a dork). I was gratified by his response, which was honest in a way that only children are honest, "Wow, I definitely won't have to return this present!"

We stayed over for the night, and then met up with two of my good college friends for lunch. They got married six months ago, after dating for seven years, and after being best friends for eight years before that, and now they're living happily ever after. It was good to see them, and they even stopped by the house afterwards to see Fiver, who seemed to still remember them from our New York days, when these two friends (and a couple of others) used to come over every Wednesday evening to order dinner and play cards.

dream world

I love when my boyfriend tells me about odd things I say when I'm asleep or falling asleep. It's always an amusing way to start the day.

Apparently, last night as I was falling asleep, we were having a conversation, but I started dreaming at the same time. He was answering some question I had asked, and I said, "You're interrupting my dream! I was dreaming about a giant ball of duct tape." I then told him to continue with his story. After he finished, I said, "What did I tell you about my dream before? [I had apparently forgotten already.] I was having such a good dream."

I'm curious what a "good dream" about a "giant ball of duct tape" would be.

meat loaf

Earlier today, my boyfriend exclaimed in a horrified tone that he smelled "like a soapy meatloaf." I tortured him (and myself) by playing three or four Meat Loaf songs (did you know that some of his songs last eight minutes???) on YouTube. The sacrifices I make in exchange for the joy of tormenting him...

charge

I charged my Kindle and loaded it up with books before coming on the trip, and decided not to bring the charger, reasoning that it would just take up more space, and that there was no way I could possibly read enough to use up the charge in one week. You can read a lot before you need to charge it.

But I've been reading a lot. I'm halfway through my fifth book, and we still have three days (including a plane ride) to go. Being the type of person who is inclined to start worrying before anything actually happens, I was fretting about the possibility that the charge wouldn't last, and that I might have to buy a paper book for the plane ride.

Today, however, I discovered that my phone charger can actually charge my Kindle, which was a happy moment. It's such a strangely shaped charger, and I only tried it on a desperate whim. I can now read as much as I want to without worrying that I'll run out of battery at the beginning of my plane ride back. And now I know for the future that I can leave the Kindle charger at home and not get worked up over imaginary loss of book access due to excessive reading.

coincidence

We're in Hawaii! Tonight, we were at dinner, and my boyfriend started telling some story about when he and his law school roommate were climbing some mountain in Colorado, and all I heard was "climb" and "mountain," so I immediately asked him if they were singing "Climb Every Mountain" while they hiked, and he looked at me in a strange way and asked why they would do that, and what was the song from, and I then had to remind myself that The Sound of Music was not quite the formative experience for everyone else as it was for me.

After dinner, we came up to our room, and he flipped on the TV, and The Sound of Music was playing. Not only was it playing, but he turned the TV on at the exact moment when Maria walks into the Reverend Mother's chamber, right before she starts singing "Climb Every Mountain"!! I wasn't sure what it meant, but whatever it was, I was right. Right? Vague vindication is such a good feeling.

On principle, I insisted that we watch the rest of it, even though I've seen it a million times before.

forgiveness

My boyfriend didn't get mad at me for backing my car into the garage this morning, hard enough to nick my car and dent the garage door. His dog had popped into the garage through the doggie door, and was busily trying to find a way into the car, and I was so intent on not running over the dog that I hit the garage door, instead. So, at least the dog is alive and my boyfriend isn't annoyed at me.

ask and you shall receive

After obsessing about the gazpacho they used to make at the tapas-themed cafe at work for over a year, especially after that cafe stopped serving dinner last year and more recently, announced that they were going to change their theme altogether, and after telling myself countless times that I would have to ask the cafe staff for the recipe, I randomly saw and recognized the chef at his new cafe today. I must have looked at him for a second too long, because he noticed and made eye contact in a way that made me feel like I ought to say something, so I said the first thing that came to mind, which was to tell him that the gazpacho at the old cafe is the best I've had, and to ask him whether I could get the recipe. He said I could just email him and he'd send it to me. And he did. And it was at a normal person scale (not cafeteria level, no need to work off a recipe that initially asks for 100 tomatoes), so I might actually make it soon.

Next time, I should spend less time idly obsessing, and more time just asking.

our song

Ever since last October, when we went to Hawaii and the resort played this song many times a day, my boyfriend and I have heard it everywhere: in restaurants and stores, on the radio, on TV, and we have come to the inevitable conclusion that it must be "our song." It's a good song.

We're going back to the same resort in a few weeks, and we're wondering if they will still be playing it. If not, it's OK, because I downloaded it.

working like a dog

Work has gotten really busy, but my dog (and his "coworkers") always provide fun company and distraction during the day (during one meeting, my dog lost interest in the discussion, and started wildly chasing his tail, much to the astonishment of the other meeting attendees).

Here are a bunch of them scrambling for treats from our biggest resident dog lover.

And here is my dog with my boyfriend's dog, sitting on the couch in my office, waiting for something interesting to happen. They gave up after a while -- apparently, dogs don't like watching humans drafting contracts.

self mockery

In a fit of absent-mindedness, I looked down at what I'd just grabbed, and realizing my mistake, blurted, "That's not my phone, it's a spoon!" Honest mistake. At least I realized right away, and didn't try to check email on it, which had been my intent. Although it amused me more than just picking up the phone and checking my email.

inside joke

I'm listening to a CD of a concert that my college choir (or, more accurately, a recent roster thereof), produced. My college conductor always was and still is a character. And this is a live recording. I just laughed out loud at my desk as one of the tracks started up, and he is shouting the the audience, "Sorry about the wrong numbers... I have no idea how that happened, it's 245!" I actually laughed at loud at my desk when that gem blared out in between the otherwise serene choral works. I'm so glad this moment was captured on CD.

It's up there with the recording in which, during an especially dramatic pause in the Brahms Requiem, he was so wrapped up in conducting that he dropped his glasses and nearly tipped over his music stand, so instead of a pregnant pause, there is a very brief pause with a click (the glasses hitting the floor), and a scuffle (my conductor fighting to keep his music stand upright). You wouldn't know what the sounds were, if you weren't there, but that just means that even in the midst of a heartfelt performance of a wrenching piece about death and loss, there can be secret hilarity.

schadenfreude

I haven't stopped giggling about this since I first heard about it on Wednesday, and so I must write it down. My friend from work (who is female) came into work with two thin, parallel cuts on her face on day. She had just come back from a vacation in Hawaii, so I assumed that it was some snorkeling accident or whatnot, but I asked, anyways, and it turns out that it was far funnier than a snorkeling accident. She was in a rush getting ready in the morning, and in her haste, she managed to cut her face while trying to shave her armpits. Think about that for a few minutes. Pantomime the motions a bit to get a sense of what happened. It only gets more absurd the more you think about it. I was nearly in tears by the time we finished talking about it.

She cut her face.

With a razor.

While trying shave her armpits.