Paranormal Activity

I am still home and have nothing exciting to talk about, except to recall some more of Bryan's ponderings (I love my husband--he totally cracks me up).

Bryan's best friend is Brian from work (I call them "Bryan-with-a-Y" and "Brian-with-an-I"). Anytime they get together at our house in the evening, it spells nothing but trouble.

Example: I had a huge business meeting with my vice president one day--requiring me to be at work extra early. This meant Bryan had to take the kids into daycare, since they didn't open early enough in the morning. I got up that morning, noticed he wan't in bed (not unusual for him to fall asleep on the couch watching TV all night), and got myself ready for my big day at work. As I turn to leave the bathroom, Bryan comes bumbling in reeking of alcohol. He had just come inside to pee after staying up all night drinking in the driveway with Brian. So he obviously couldn't drive the kids to daycare--I had to call our friend in the next neighborhood over to come help out. Complicating matters was that our driveway was lined all the way around with empty beer bottles--lined...all...the...way...around. I don't have a picture because I was raging mad AND I didn't realize they were even there until I backed out of the driveway and ran over a bunch of them. You can't imagine the outrage after that... Those guys are lucky they are so darn cute. Or I would have KILLED THEM.

Now I realize I've written all about one shining example of Bryan-Brian mischief, and nothing about what I set about to actually write. Stay tuned for a later post about Bryan-Brian and paranormal activity.

Ponderings of Bryan

I am being held hostage at home by those germs the kids keep bringing in. We've survived the flu, stomach bug, etc.--and I guess it's finally my turn to get some of that nastiness. While I sit here an feel sorry for myself, I figured I could at least post something so you guys know I'm still alive. Here's a little conversation Bryan started on the way home from work the other day:

B: If we were in a plane crash stranded at the top of a snowy mountain and were dying of starvation, would you eat me if I was dead?

J: What?!

B: I mean, would you rather eat me or a stranger?

J: What brought this up?!

B: Think of the health reasons. I'd rather eat someone I know because I'd have the knowledge of how that person ate and took care of herself. Of course, it would be traumatic.

J: There's no way I could eat a person--whether I knew them or not.

B: Really? I think I would be a prime choice of meat. Think of my belly and my thighs--they'd be perfectly marbled with fat. I bet on planet Marklar I would be a very expensive cut of meat.

J: Well, no one would want to eat me. I'm thin and gangly--I'd be gamey and chewy.

B: If I had to eat someone, it would be you--just because of the health reasons. I wouldn't want to eat a drug addict or a bum--yuck! Maybe you should pose this question on your blog--would you rather eat someone you know, or a total stranger?

J: I don't have enough people reading my blog to get a good population of answers.

So...Bryan poses the question to my 5 readers. What do you think?

Short Hiatus

Pardon our absence--we've been held hostage by various germs in the last few weeks, ranging from stomach bug to strep throat and all kinds of nasty colds, etc. The only good part of this is that in searching for a good germy picture, I stumbled on a new blog to follow: Nucking Futs Mama.