i got to see Stepford Wives this weekend at the cheap theater, and it ended up being pretty much what i expected. entertaining on some level but no where near oscar-quality. but not everything i see has to be.

i got home and noticed that there were small moths all over the pantry and knew that could only mean one thing: evil indian meal moths. (i heard that dawn once suffered with this problem.) the main culprit was a bag of corn meal flour i haven’t touched in atleast a year. they were also in a box of wheat thins, and i went ahead and threw away all the cereal regardless of whether i saw them there or not. everything else was unopened, so figure i shouldn’t see too many more of them.

today i also hurt my hand being really stupid. i was making fun of josh for having such HUGE sideburns (they get curly and stick out about an inch THICK off his face). i was saying how i was going to put a piece of duct tape on his face when he was sleeping and then WHAM! (this is where i flung my arm up, as though causing severe follicle damage) i hit my hand VERY hard on the headboard of the bed - an old metal antique hospital looking thing we got for free from josh’s secretary at work who used to do antique booths. anyway, i nearly started crying b/c something in there started swelling immediately - and meanwhile josh goes into convulsions just cracking up.

that’s the end of my stupid, and painful story. i guess it taught me to let josh grow willie nelson pigtails out of the side of his face if he wants to, because the minute i poke fun i’ll be sorry.

Bunco (yes, i spell it different every time) Night is set to be fabulous. I’m making a baked pasta dish and having iced tea- maybe some wine. The other girls are bringing salad, bread, dessert, artichoke dip and a veggie. One of the girls who is coming CRACKS me up - she always adds “style” or “action” to the end of every word she says, so things come out like “Hey, you wanna come over to our new apartment for some wine and CHEESE action? We’re gonna do it Bo-JANGLES style!”
then she proceeds to do a crazy “bo-jangles” dance. i mean, how could you not love her?! (ps. she’s the first photo in the taco-hat post).