He never even saw "X-Files." Well, he doesn't remember, anyway. I loved Agent Mulder. David Duchovny is kind of skeazy, but Agent Mulder - all clean-cut and intense - yummy.
Anyway, such is the vein of thought for the evening. I am not feeling particularly deep and meaningful here. Some interesting points of the past week:
-My husband and kids went out of town for the day yesterday to see the U of I football game. I went to the Ryle Craft Show, had lunch with my mom, and hung around, blissfully alone. It was lovely.
-My orange cat just fell asleep sitting up. He started snoring and everything. He is so very old.
-I burned my upper arm on the tea kettle tonight while reaching for a jar of marshmallow fluff. It was a dumb move, and now I have a nasty burn on a particularly delicate part of my arm. Ouch.
-I will, once again, call your attention to my supercool Mulder and Scully action figures. I think I will put them in a bird cage/love nest where they can be together forever, safe from aliens and sinister government operatives.
-My classics book club, of which I have become increasingly fond, has decided to add a classic movie-watching night on our off months. This week we will be viewing "To Kill a Mockingbird" and I am thrilled. It is a favorite book, and I'm told Gregory Peck is brilliant.
Yeah, I really have nothing tonight. I need some inspiration, or maybe some sleep. Plus, I'm in the middle of a really good book and I need to get back upstairs to read. Sleep well, lovelies. I'll try for more intriguing material next time.