You're Doing This To Piss Me Off, Right?

December 31, 2004

Martin, my husband, and Sam, my other husband (and I don't mean that in a sexual way, he is just here all the time and makes dinner requests and I clean up after him, too) are watching King Arthur.  Since I have absolutely no interest in this movie,  here I am.

They just stopped the movie to ask me who some obscure actor was.  I had no clue.  I was then assailed by these comments:  "You know everything!  You have a master's degree!  You read the tabloids!  You should know this!  Look it up on imdb.com!"

At which point, I had to say, uh, no guys, I'm busy right now.  And yes, I may have a master's but it's not in drama, for the love of God.  And the everything I know could fit into a thimble.  I know lots of obscure trivia but not a lot of useful information that is helpful to advancing my life.

They are now arguing about homosexuals and Sam is playing devil's advocate.  He is also calling our friend Mike, who is gay, a tinkerbell.  This is hilarious as Mike is about six foot five and pretty damn butch.

Is it time to break out the champagne yet?

These guys need to shut up and watch the movie. 

And no, I still don't know who that stupid actor is and better yet, I don't care.

Comments

[Ms P]

Lisa, I'm becoming addicted to your blog too, LOL.

About the Brits: My N° 1 son (aka Robin) left for university in England in October, and then cried and begged to be brought home. I had to call the school to ask them to keep an eye on him because I was terrified for him, the former Big Man on his International High School Campus with the Dreadlocks ... I learned something. I learned that the people from any country that lived as ex-pats, be it in the US in the case of your DH and your in-laws, or in France, in the case of my SO and all our Brit friends here that my son knew when he elected to study in England rather than the US or France ... To make a long story short, all those British ex-pats weren't really typical Brits either, since they were living abroad.

In other words, we all live in a sort of British no-man's land.

Maybe that's why your in-laws have finally gottten huggy, LOL. You're right, we are the world.

Hope this makes sense!

Thanks for helping me out tonight.