01/25/11

I have a mouse. And it's not cute like Jerry, but is rabid and has beady red eyes and scampers. Actually, I have no idea what it looks like, but when I'm trying to fall asleep I can hear it darting and clawing and chewing in my ceiling. I just imagine this furry critter eating a whole in my ceiling and dropping on my chest in the middle of my slumber. It's horrible. And it's driving Tinga berserk. She's been on sentinel duty and won't leave her post until I relieve her. She's a loyal soldier. Except when she decides to go AWOL. Last week she got a bit of fresh air when she sneaked out like a rebellious teenager. I got home from work and was literally sobbing and panicked because I couldn't find the little devil. I finally found her sitting calmly by the side sliding door...outside. And you know, she was actually mad at me. The nerve! All that night she kept slapping my arm with her paw and giving me these 'you're a bad mom' look. Seriously, I think I have been demoted from hero in my kitty cat's eyes. My cape has been stripped.

This past weekend was unusually social and busy. Friday night we watched Sunset Boulevard with Brad & Ashlie in the basement of their house on a projector. It's pretty much going to the movies, but maybe better since price of admission is free and I can sip on beer while enjoying a flick. His basement is lovely and decked with blankets and a couch. It's rather perfect except for this creepy doll that is hanging from the wall and blankly stares. It's kind of unnerving, and I think it was coveting my drink. Next up on the queue is Dogville.

Saturday night, we played board games with Tyrone and Lauren. I've known this entire time that Tyrone is not a beefy, black man, but it was still shocking (maybe even a let down?) to finally be introduced to the famous Tyrone, a red-headed Anglo-Saxon. Cool thing about Tyrone: he used to play bball with Jason Terry in Seattle when he was a teen. Unfortunately, their relationship never budded outside of that one summer on the courts, so no freebie court side tickets or autographs. Ben and I kicked butt at Taboo, and realized that partner games, competitive games, games in general might not be the best social activity when playing against two must-win-at-all-costs people. Welcome to the high tension zone!

I started taking Salsa classes on Monday nights with Elisa and Allyn. The class is an hour of me shaking my hips and switching partners every minute. Everyone would awkwardly introduce themselves and it felt a bit like speed dating. The class is hilariously predictable. There are the three couples made up of ebullient, hip-swaying females and sad, obedient husbands. Then there is the older man who is looking for a hobby to fill his time and the two younger guys who are obviously there to pick up ladies. The class is held on the top floor of a building and it makes me feel like I'm in the movie Center Stage.

Happy Birthday Pops! I love you & miss your goofy-butt like crazy!!