Life is interesting.
Apr. 1st, 2007 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eee1313Yesterday I went to see Meet the Robinsons in 3D with Uncle Joe and the Scientist. I liked the movie well enough, but boy howdy, was it all over the place. It's just slap-dash crazy editing the whole way, and the story just bounces around like crazy... It's a very odd movie. Enjoyable, though, if you just kind of shut off your brain and let yourself be entertained. That said, I'm super impressed with the soundtrack. Music by Danny Elfman (hooray!), two songs by Rufus Wainwright (hooray!), and the singing frog is voiced by Jamie Cullum (hooray!). Yeah, I'll be wanting that soundtrack for my birthday.
Friday night I hung out with the Scientist and his family. Had dinner at his parents' house, then we headed back to his place with Brother 1 and his sister-in-law, where they taught us to play canasta. Well, they tried to teach me. But it was fun. Saturday morning we all got up REALLLLLY early to go to a town called Millbrook. I guess every year the town has a giant auction to raise money for their fire department. 99% of the stuff was complete junk, but there was some nice furniture. The Scientist ended up buying a lovely oak rocking chair for $30. You know, to put in the future kids' nursery someday. ... I should be more freaked out by this, but I'm not. How is this possible, that I'm not freaked out at him buying furniture for our as-of-yet unborn children's nursery? What has happened to me? From there we went to the Premium Outlets, stopped off at the Waterford store, and bought crystal champagne flutes for toasting at our reception.
How did this become my life? Why am I not more freaked out?
Last night we went to his friends' condo to hang out, as one of them will be going in for surgery tomorrow and they wanted to have a big party for him. We played Battle of the Sexes, which is kind of a stupid game. And now I'm home for the first time in days, and my cat probably hates me for being gone so much. So I'm going to go pay attention to her now.
Friday night I hung out with the Scientist and his family. Had dinner at his parents' house, then we headed back to his place with Brother 1 and his sister-in-law, where they taught us to play canasta. Well, they tried to teach me. But it was fun. Saturday morning we all got up REALLLLLY early to go to a town called Millbrook. I guess every year the town has a giant auction to raise money for their fire department. 99% of the stuff was complete junk, but there was some nice furniture. The Scientist ended up buying a lovely oak rocking chair for $30. You know, to put in the future kids' nursery someday. ... I should be more freaked out by this, but I'm not. How is this possible, that I'm not freaked out at him buying furniture for our as-of-yet unborn children's nursery? What has happened to me? From there we went to the Premium Outlets, stopped off at the Waterford store, and bought crystal champagne flutes for toasting at our reception.
How did this become my life? Why am I not more freaked out?
Last night we went to his friends' condo to hang out, as one of them will be going in for surgery tomorrow and they wanted to have a big party for him. We played Battle of the Sexes, which is kind of a stupid game. And now I'm home for the first time in days, and my cat probably hates me for being gone so much. So I'm going to go pay attention to her now.
