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April 03, 2006

Overheard in My Apartment

My husband: so witty, so charming... and king of the non sequitur. In the past few days alone:

"Do you want a bite of this banana? He's wearing a peanut butter wig."
"If you had to fight a deer, do you think you could take him? I think you'd have to dodge him, dodge him, dodge him... then put him in a headlock. Or a figure-four leglock. Or a full nelson."
"I'm going to slap you with a crab rangoon. And a wet noodle."
"Shit. No one I know has a talking car. Shit."
"Contractors eat a ton of weiners."
"That girl at CVS smelled like a salami sandwich. Maybe she ate a pizza."
"Let's put some sparkle in the cockles of our hearts."
"If we were stuck in a cabin and you turned into a zombie, I still wouldn't leave you."

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This weekend I saw my beloved Red Sox play for the first time this season. We drove to Philly for an exhibition game, and even though we lost, it was still a wicked good time. I was close enough to see Manny looking bored and actually TAKING HIS GLOVE OFF in left field with the ball in play. Whatever. I can't help but love him. I shake my head a bit in wonder, but I love him.

I'm very upset to be so far from Fenway and from NESN broadcasts, but I'm sure the Mister is quite pleased that he won't have to spend the summer as a baseball widower. Poor CD; I do tend to get a bit obsessive about stuff. He's lived through my Twin Peaks phase, my Pixies mania, and my Sox obsession - among many others. I can never just enjoy anything; I have to immerse myself in the minutiae of everything I like until I get sick of it. Why do I do this? How can I stop? My poor husband is the one who suffers.

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Anyway, the job search isn't going quite swimmingly so far; I can't narrow my focus because I don't know what I'm looking for. I've sent out some resumes for positions I'm not crazy about, but I figure anything is better than what I'm doing right now. And in case anyone is wondering - no, I still haven't gotten my review, and no, my boss still has not returned my phone calls or email messages. Thanks for the kind comments and encouragement, though. I'm confident that something will come along, and the Mister and I are working on a long-term game plan. I'm trying to maintain some optimism, which has been in short supply lately.

metanephros at 4:50 pm

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