Wax on, wax off.

Wow, what a day that we had here. In the rear.
So, as you read in the previous post, Maryam's friend Michelle spent the night here. She and Maryam went to the aquarium this morning.
"How was the aquarium?"
"It was fun."
"Care to elaborate for the blog?"
"I'm playing online Scrabble right now."
"Stop copying me."

I guess no one is going to hear about the aquarium.

It's ok, we've all seen fish. Don't go thinking that you are anything special, Maryam.

We are watching Oprah right now. Some people seem to think that we worship Oprah as a god. I wouldn't go this far, but she is the closest thing to holy in the rear.

Maryam just did something unspeakable to me. If you'd like to venture a guess about what this act was, please, go right ahead.

"Did anything happen to you at work today? Anything blog-worthy?"
"Yeah."
"Well?"
"I made the kids do a puzzle with me because I just really wanted to do a puzzle."
"That sounds a little selfish."
(Silence.)

"Want to hear about my day?"
"What was it like?"
"Well, this guy insulted me hardcore."
"Wait, what did you do?"
"I went to work, you knew that. You're not even paying attention to me. Only to your online Scrabble."
"Don't put that in the blog."
"I already typed it out."
"You need too much attention."
"It's true."
"I can't handle your mood swings and constant need for validation."
"How did I ever live without you?"
"Lindsay, I'm insulting you."
"Marry me. I can go brown."
"You're sick."
"I love you, never leave me."

That's probably about it. We've got the fireplace, Oprah is on (though Celine Dion is the guest, and I can't say that I am thoroughly enjoying it), and Maryam and I are sitting side by side on the couch. I don't want to leave her and the rear tomorrow.

Wow, Oprah just took a really sad turn.

I almost can't handle it.

Wow.

I wish I could tell you the really juicy stuff that happened in the rear today; the world just isn't ready for it yet.

"I'll be home for the holidays..."