Today’s earworm: Genghis Khan by Miike Snow.
Cannot stop singing this song. Cannot stop watching this video. Cannot condone spelling Mike with two ‘ii’s.
As long as we’re talking guilty pleasures, I have to admit that I have been going back to watch the Bruno Mars dance segments of the halftime show. Just don’t tell Evelyn that Bruno Mars and the boys out-danced Beyonce…sore subject in our house.
Here you go (edited to completely ignore Coldplay):
We recently got a new game, called Sheriff of Nottingham.
This is basically a bluffing game, where you take turns being the sheriff and trying to figure out whether or not people are trying to sneak contraband into Nottingham. One thing I like about the game is that you suuuuure learn a lot about the people around you. Ya’ll are LIARS.
I, on the other hand, am clearly the worst liar there ever was, because I am *terrible* at this game, and I always lose horribly. Apparently , I just look really guilty, because everyone thinks I’m lying on every single hand, and they double think I’m lying when I’m actually not lying. However, you can’t win if you never sneak ANY contraband in, so, you know.
Anyway, I decided to try to play with the kids. Technically it is a little old for them (especially Ollie), but I kind of thought perhaps they were lying virtuosos, you know? Lying well beyond their age range.
Well, apparently I was right. I had no sooner finished explaining the complicated rules, when Ollie immediately called two chickens, when what he actually had was zero chickens. I mean, I wasn’t sure if he’d even want to lie to his parents, much less start off on the *very first hand* doing it. Like a pro. I think he lied on pretty much every hand, except the one where he said he had 5 apples which was so clearly and obviously a lie because, 5 apples? Come on!
Evelyn, on the other hand, was stressed out at the very IDEA of this game. It was very clear that she was never going to lie. Which is why when she suddenly got very agitated, holding her head in her hands and unable to sit at the table or even look at me I thought, “gee, I wonder if perhaps she is lying this time?”
Except she was LYING about LYING, tricking me into inspecting her bag when she was actually telling the truth. She played me like putty!
These kids, man. I told you, lying virtuosos.
You’ve got to watch out, you never know when some unscrupulous person might start recording video at your most vulnerable moments.
I mean, can you believe what Alex sounds like when he sleeps??
Now, we can say this: *if* someone were snoring like that, then CLEARLY they are very, very tired, and probably don’t need to be recorded and/or publicly mocked, ESPECIALLY by the one person who promised to love and cherish them forever.
And *if* said person FELL OUT OF BED later that night and was so tired that they actually had trouble getting back into bed and then forgot all about that until then next morning when their wife reminded them how hilarious it was (purely hypothetically you understand), then probably you should just leave that person alone and let them sleep in peace instead of trying to secretly record their snoring for whatever sick purposes one would use a video like that for…
::ahem::
Anyway, whoever that was in that video sure was sleeping pretty hard at 10 pm, I’ll tell you what.
I’ve heard of cat calls, but this is the first time I’ve ever been wookiee-called.
Thanks to last night’s post, people are now shouting wookiee calls at me out the windows of moving cars (at least I *assume* it was because of my blog post…I guess I don’t know that for certain. There are probably all kinds of reasons why someone might RRRRRRrrrrrrrrRRRRRR at me…and maybe it’s arrogant to think I was the one being wookiee-called in the first place.)
Luckily for me, said wookiee-caller drives a Mazda with flames down the side and was wearing a Green Bay Packer’s jester hat, so…not exactly traveling incognito there.
I’m not going to say it was my proudest moment, but…it was my proudest moment.
So, since I got my new wookiee pajamas, I’ve pretty much worn them non-stop. And by “pretty much” I mean “absolutely and unequivocally.” The only time I have NOT worn my wookiee pajamas is when I went to California for a few days for work, and Sara snuck in and washed them while I was gone JUST WHEN THEY WERE STARTING TO SMELL AUTHENTIC.
In fact, Sara has had a bee in her bonnet about washing them pretty much the whole time. “You know, you used to wash your pajamas like once a week,” she says pretty much every day.
Jeez, quit harshing my buzz, mom.
“Moooooooom! Don’t come in my room! Han said we were going to do the kessel run!!”
One downside of the wookiee suit is that it is warm. Like really, really warm. That’s great when it’s freezing outside and you just want to cuddle up with some tea or snuggle your new baby and sing, “In the aaaarms of a wookiee, fly awaaaaaaay from here!”* but pretty much any other time it’s a little too warm. I’ve learned to moderate my temperature with judicious raisings of sleeves and legs (two bare arms and one leg is pretty comfortable around the house), but still, gets a little warm sometimes.
(*actual recording of song that happens quite frequently in our house, ask Sara)
Another downside is that I am very committed to putting my pjs on as soon as I get home. Previously that wasn’t really a problem, but the thing is that sometimes you have to run some trash out to the dumpster, or get something out of the car. And when you’re doing that, there’s a good chance you’re going to bump into someone. Consider that where we live there are a *lot* of people stacked up on top of each other, so the population density kind of guarantees that if a giant wookiee is shambling about in the parking lot, someone is going to see him. So far I have managed to avoid anybody (this is assuming nobody is monitoring the security camera footage).
There are other difficulties as well, as anyone older than the age of 10 needing to go to the bathroom while wearing a full body suit will tell you.
I finally agreed to let Sara wash my wookiee suit, and I didn’t wear it for a FULL TWO DAYS. Except last night we came home from ice skating and I was sooo cold and there was my wookiee suit just crooning to me…
WE’RE BACK, BABY!
Shane Halbach 