1. We were listening to Chicago, specifically to "Just You 'N' Me" (you know - the "You are my IN-spir-a-shun" song). And Rob was singing along, especially loud at the "Lovin' you girl is so damn easy" part. And I looked at him and said, "Really? Loving me is so damn easy?" Because even more than he tells me he loves me, he tells me, in eyerolling mock exasperation, "You are so hard to love." Which is, of course, true, and was the entire reason I was asking for confirmation that loving me was, in fact, "so damn easy."

To which he responded, "Who said I was singing to you?"

To which I gave him the suspicious raised-eyebrow expression, the one they teach all us girls in sex education class, the one Gina always used on Mah'in. And I said, "Well then to whom were you singing?" (Okay, I might not have said to whom because honestly, who the hell talks like that? I probably said "Well then who were you singing to?" But you get the idea...)

And he said, very softly, "Bridgie."

That damn cat gets all the love around here. But he's right - she is so damn easy to love.


2. I had Rob read this dooce post because it cracked me up. And midway through reading it, he made the sound he makes when he's made a great discovery. And then he looked up at me and said with great exuberance, "They say the heart of roll and roll is still beating!" And I looked at him like he was fucking nuts and said, "Huh?" And he said it again: "The heart of rock and roll is still beating! Still beating!" And while I was indeed relieved to know that the heart of rock and roll is still beating, I couldn't resist asking him what the fuck he was talking about.

And he explained, "I always thought it was They say the heart of rock and roll is Stobetum and I always wondered, 'Where the hell is Stobetum?'"

"You thought the heart of rock and roll was a city you've never heard of?"

"Well, yeah. But I knew Huey Lewis had been there, because from what he's seen he believes 'em."

The sad thing is, he's got a history of this kind of thing.


3. Rob needs to make an appointment for a physical and I've been reminding (which is different than nagging, I'll have you know) him of this for awhile. And I brought it up again this weekend, a bit exasperated at this point that he still hadn't made the appointment.

He said, "I just don't have time to make calls at work. From the minute I get to work until the minute I leave, I am working nonstop." This is true - he is very busy and important at work. But also, I know that Rob hates to make phone calls and any excuse is a very good excuse not to.

"Look, I would make the call for you, but you have meetings all the time and I don't have a fucking clue when those are. You're the only one who knows when those are. So you are going to need to call and schedule it yourself."

And he paused for a moment to think, to search for an escape, and then he said, "I could send you a screen shot of my calendar."

I laughed, incredulous. "You are going to send me a screen shot of your calendar rather than just make the appointment yourself? Seriously, how is that better?" And then after catching my breath from more laughing, I added, "I am so blogging this."

"You're blogging this?!"

"Well how could I not? This is ridiculous. Screen shot of your calendar...."

More escape-searching. "If I call and make the appointment myself, will you not blog it?"

Yeah right. He doesn't make phone calls. And I don't make deals.

been reading: George Bush, Dark Prince of Love: A Presidential Romance by Lydia Millet

Millet uses the main character of this political satire, Rosemary, the same way Mark Twain used Huck Finn - to reveal hyprocrisy and corruption through the naiveté of the protagonist. This book is hysterical in its storytelling, scathing in its review of the former president, and a bit eye-opening for someone my age who remembers the first Bush presidency only peripherally at best. (Thanks for knowing I'd love this book, SG, and for letting me borrow it.)

This is my other recommended read in the political arena - a masterpiece of tension between deception and the pursuit of truth.