Sewing and tee-vee-watching

Two elephants and a teddy bear later, I'm all caught up on Supernatural.

Um. Guys. It's like this one Uncle Scrooge story, where Scrooge gets into a macho spending contest with another bazillionaire to prove who's the richest. And at the end, the other guy is so wiped out he's wearing a barrel with suspenders because he can't afford pants. He comes to see Scrooge at his money vault, and sees that there's almost nothing left in it. It looks like Scrooge spent all his money, too. But then Scrooge says, "No, that was just the petty cash. The real money is down here." And he pulls a lever and the floor of the vault retracts and yes, there is the real money - an ocean of it.

Okay, forget about the other guy, and substitute "awesome" for "money" and you've got Supernatural. I was worried they had spent all their awesome. I mean, there was a lot of awesome that got paraded around, and it seemed like maybe there wasn't that much awesome left.

And then they pulled a lever, and the floor dropped away.

When silly people live in a silly co-op

So for some damn reason our co-op has installed a PERGOLA next to our building. It just went up this week. It is deeply, deeply silly.

So, just now:

Mister Smarty-Pants, on hearing some kind of truck or something go by outside: "What was that noise?"

Me: "Maybe it was the pergola."

Mister S-P: "Right, because the pergola makes a tremendous rumbling every night."

Me: "Sure it does - when it transforms from its decorative pergola form to its sentient robot form!"

Mister S-P: "Oh, right. I forgot about its sentient robot form."

Me: "You know what it's called when it's a robot? Pergolor."

Say!

I know you want to see a picture of my underwear drawer. It's so nicely organized!

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