How about something fun today?
I'm in a bad, bad mood.
In fact I may be teetering on the verge from "mood" to outright "funk."
It's that bad.
And it's all David's fault, of course.
Now he is reading that last line and I can hear him scoffing all the way from the hospital. He is thinking, "That's outrageous!"
And it is. (But don't tell him.)
I'm going to move on to the fun stuff in just a minute, but first, the straw that broke the camel's back. (Because I know you are wondering.) I went in the bathroom this morning to put Caleb's hair up for "Crazy Hair Day" and I walked through a substantial sand pile right in the middle of the floor. I asked, "Who dumped their shoes out in the middle of the floor?" And everyone said, "Not me."
I know. I was shocked too. And if you are wondering how this is David's fault I will just remind you (as I reminded him) that he was the reason these children (and therefore, the sand pile too) exist in the first place.
I know what you're thinking. "Wow, she can make a mountain out of a molehill sand pile like nobody else I know." What can I say? It's a gift.
(Don't worry. It's October. I should be feeling better any day now.)
Now to the part where I make your life a little better. Fun, right?
On the way to Utah last weekend, David asked me if I brought any books-on-tape. I had. But he wasn't interested in either of them, and so I casually mentioned that I had a bunch of "This American Life" podcasts on my ipod that we could listen to. I've mentioned this before. But honestly, David thinks my penchant for NPR is another of my charming character flaws, and has always declined. But then he got a little desperate on our way out of the desert and I tempted him by saying, "There's a funny one I think you'd like." And so he reluctantly consented.
We listened to every one of them before the trip was over.
I made a convert.
Some of them are so laugh-out-loud funny David and I just sat and hooted at each other and wiped our eyes afterwards. Some of them are so sobering we just sat and looked at each other, our eyebrows doing all the talking. Some of them are so informative we would have to pause the podcast and discuss our take on it, and how it made us think of something else we had to tell the other one right away.
Delicious.
And, as you know, I love being right. So this was doubly wonderful. David even asked me when it "normally airs." Ha! I told him Saturdays at two with a gleeful, triumphant smile.
So if you haven't already, you really should subscribe to the podcast and next week you can fold your laundry to the joy that is "This American Life."
And can I just say, that when I can't sleep and I am lying in my bed in the dark, I fantasize about being interviewed by Ira Glass. And the stories I would tell him and the pauses he would make and the questions that would follow.
I can just imagine the one I would tell him about the sandbox I found in the bathroom this morning and after I told him the whole thing, how I harassed the children and made a federal case out of it and was nearly run through by the beam in my own eye, he would pause and ask, "At any point along here did you think 'This is crazy!'?"
And then I'd give a long pause.
And we'd both laugh, because of course I hadn't.