Silence is Golden.

Derrick is sick.

He can't speak. Rather, he can, but only in a whisper. Combining a whispering man with a woman who has some natural hearing loss makes for a joyous cocktail of household harmony.

It's fun.

Call me a wicked woman if you will, but I'm rather liking this whole clicks-whistles and throwing things at each other method of communication. We've developed a sort of perverse sign language. A semi-hypothetical example of our exchanges:

Me: Honey, what do you need from the grocery store?
Him: [grabs my boob]
Me: I don't think you can get those at the grocery store, though I'm sure if you want them badly enough we can make arrangements....
Him: [Shakes head "no"] [Points at freezer]
Me: Oh...we're out of Chicken Breast already?
Him: [Nods vigorously]

Watching the Oscars with a mute is fun too.

Me: Wow, I love that dress
Him: [makes the "tiny" gesture with his hands]
Me: I know, skinny bitch.
Me: And look at Jennifer Garner!
Him: [Makes the "big boobs" symbol]
Me: Yeah, baby boobs...
Him: [Makes a "3 X" with his fingers and looks hopeful]
Me: Yes, someday sweetie, someday....

It's official, blogging about boobs is my new favorite thing.

Only Funny to Select Geeks

I think this thread is hilariouth.

http://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php?showtopic=5733

Caution: Only follow the link if you have read George R. R. Martin's "A Song of Ice and Fire" series.

Otherwise, you just won't get it...and there's nothing I can do to help that.

Take me out to the ballgame in the sky...

It's crazy that my very first childhood hero died today. My parents let me stay up late every night to watch the 1991 World Series. Kirby Puckett was the absolute star, and my absolute favorite. It's crazy that he was only 44. I don't think that one can be a Minnesota baseball fan and not love Kirby. He was extremely loyal to the team and to the fans (all groping aside, of course--nothing could knock him off my pedestal).

Yeah. I can't really say much more. I'm just...shocked and sad.