Invictus

1.  Husband and I watched Invictus last night. It's that movie about rugby (including a shirtless, bulked up Matt Damon), South Africa, and Nelson Mandela (did you know that Nelson isn't his first name at all?  A teacher gave it to him on the first day of school because she couldn't say his African name.  Just a little trivia for you).  The whole entire movie all I could think about was how much I love the All Blacks (the New Zealand rugby team).  Not that I know the first thing about rugby.  But I mean, they do the haka before every game and they wear those little black shorts.  And that's pretty much all you need.  I may or may not have missed the entire point of the movie...

2.  I think The Lentil is trying to pop out of my stomach - just like that dancing gremlin on Spaceballs.

3.  I've spent every waking minute of the last two days typing a book of technical specifications for The Planner.  I think he should buy me an ice cream sundae for it.  And a bag of ice to put on my aching wrists.  The funniest thing?  I kept having to type the word "erect".  As in "erect a building".  You know how that word makes me laugh?!  I know. I'm still apparently 12.  I wonder how on earth I've ended up working in two industries where that word is used all the time (medicine and construction).

4.  There's a new little kitty at work - an orange fluff.  He's so tiny.  Husband said that if I can catch him, I can bring him home.  I'm trying my hardest.

5.  I have to wonder if there are an extra lot of people who work at Lamar who don't have normal social skills.  I was trying to take a little nap in the backroom at work today when one of the men just walked in and started talking about his wife's pregnancies.  Ummm...do you not see me in a dark room, on the floor, curled up with my pillow, with my eyes closed??  Any one of those things should tell you that I could care less about anything you've got to say.

6.  It always confuses me when idiot parents don't understand why their children are also idiots. 

7.  I need to know how to get off the "small willy" mailing list.  I swear to you, I get 5-6 emails per day for discount Viagra (some of which have really funny subject lines that I can't share here because this is a family friendly blog).  I mean, look at my growing belly.  Does it look like we need Viagra at my house??

8.  Husband was very nearly attacked by Boaz today.