Friday madness

May 25, 2007

It’s Friday, and that’s awesome because only sicko perverts don’t like Fridays. You work hard all week, putting up with the over work and the office politics and the guy-that-never-knocks-when-he-enters-your-cube, and in return you get two stinking days to think about doing it all again next week. Wait, what’s so great about Fridays?

The in-laws go home today. They bought me beer, which means I enjoyed their visit very much.

I bar-b-qued supper both nights, since they were nice enough to bring steaks and chicken. I served the chicken smothered in a chipotle bbq sauce. It was closest to my hand when I opened the fridge, and that’s just how I make those sorts of culinary decisions. Father-in-law apparently liked it so much he was up all night thinking about how he would like to rip out his stomach and replace it with a sack of Maalox.

So now that the visitors are gone, she-who-controls-the-tv and I can finally watch all of our season enders. Do you know how hard it’s been this week not reading anything about ‘Lost’? No, harder than that. Liz is flipping through the channels the other night and Locke appears on the screen and I scream “NO!” and shield my eyes, and the in-laws are sitting there all “What’s with this nut?” and I start yelling “Change it! Change it! Change it!” So Liz is trying to change the channel but the pvr has this personality disorder when you do things like change the channel, where it sits there for a moment apparently thinking about all the other more fun things it could be doing rather than changing the channel, like a sleepless night of stomach trouble, or basket weaving, and after what felt like an eternity it decided to humour us this one time and flipped to The National Geographic Channel so father-in-law could continue to watch rich people boat around Rat Portage.

I immediately forgot whatever it was I thought I saw (which is easy when you go through life disbelieving everything you see anyway), and I am now ready to watch the full two hours as they were intended: with a complete suspension of disbelief, and in-law beer.

Much the same way I start each Monday.

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