Tagged With: Kris & Gene
Baby steps
Kris: “I was looking at prices for smoke detectors online and they seem to hover in the twenty-five dollar range.” Gene: “Really? That seems high.” Kris: “Well, I found ones that are, like, seven dollars, but they’re some weird ‘kiddie’ version. No, thanks.” Gene: “…Might you mean ‘Kidde’? It’s a smoke alarm brand.” Kris: “Ohhh! … Continue reading
Explain
Gene and I were sitting around staring at computers when he very sweetly put on some music for us. I listened for a few songs and then wrinkled my nose. “This guy sounds like a boyfriend,” I complained. “What does that mean?” Gene asked obligingly. * “It sounds like when you’re dating a guy and … Continue reading
Applying myself
Gene and I are sitting in the unheated office, chafing our hands like two shivering Dickensian orphans, while I prowl around the onlines looking for jobs. “Brr,” I say. “Brr,” he agrees. “It’s really just the first joint of my fingers that gets cold,” I say. “Everything else can be covered in sweaters and stuff. … Continue reading
The real reason
“Come look at this bird,” I said. Gene obligingly came over to the window. “Look how little and fat he is,” I said. “He is very little and fat.” “I love fat little animals. Look how happy he is on his branch. He’s giving himself a good all-over shaking and feather-fluffing.” “That’s true.” “Do you … Continue reading
Watching Grosse Pointe Blank
The camera is cutting from a close-up of John Cusack to a close-up of the world’s most adorable baby. Me: AWWWW! Gene: Yep. Close-up of John Cusack. Close-up of baby. Me: This is the cutest thing EVER. Gene: Yep. John Cusack scrunches his face. Baby obligingly scrunches his darling, uncanny-valley, huge-eyed face of cuteness. Me: … Continue reading
Some ham already
“I have the midnights,” I said. The midnights is what I call the overwhelming wave of hunger which I experience nightly at, you guessed it, 11:30 p.m. (The midnights extend for half an hour in either direction around midnight. Wait, did you not guess that?) “It’s 11:18,” Gene said. “The midnights are twelve minutes early … Continue reading
Fa la la la la
Gene and I got an eight foot Christmas tree this year. It’s a beast. Every time I walk into the living room, it’s like the spirit of Christmas grabs me by the throat and shakes me until my brain rattles in my skull. You guys, it is so festive and great! (Ow, my brain.) I … Continue reading
The Mogwimples Walk To Town
Yesterday we went to see Into the Woods, which was being staged by the Alameda Children’s Musical Theater. (Because we will see any production of any Sondheim play. Period.) “You know this is a cast of kids, right?” I warned as we walked over to the theater. “Ages seven through seventeen, it says on the … Continue reading
Nature’s best friends
Kris: Are you awake? Gene: Okay. Kris: I have an important question. Gene: Okay. Kris: Do you think that the more intelligent species on Earth like elephants and dolphins will keep evolving to be smarter and smarter, until eventually they form their own civilizations, and then they would be our friends? Gene: I don’t think … Continue reading
You’re only as old as your conversation with your husband reveals you to be.
I got home around 4:30 yesterday and made myself a meal, since I’d sort of skipped lunch and my internal clock was all off. I was just sitting down with it at 5:00 when Gene unexpectedly came in, about an hour before he usually does. I panicked, naturally. Here I was, draped under two afghans, … Continue reading