AHA!! I went into the gym this morning and found a young woman sitting on a Pilates ball trying to do sit ups, but she was distracted by The Maury Povitch Show! She kept stopping to watch every time the show came back on. I had to laugh and tell her how I ruined my workout yesterday by doing the same thing. She agreed, saying even though these people are too stupid to be believed, watching their drama is almost like enjoying a sinful pleasure.
Before I knew it the clock said 10:30 last night and I had only just finished posting yesterday’s blog. I’d lost track of time while working on my novel, and realized I hadn’t posted. Then I went downstairs to watch Mr. Pool and Confidante playfully beating the crap out of each other at pool. I was almost beaned with a jump shot. Confidante is becoming very skillful at making difficult shots. He’s been giving Mr. Pool a run for his money. Well, they don’t actually play for money. Neither one of them makes enough for that. They play for “men.” No, I don’t mean it THAT way. Where is your mind? Although, with a name like Confidante, I can easily see how one might assume... Trust me, he’s definitely hetero. I mean "men," as in players on a team. It’s an extension of their video basketball games where each one gets to choose a player from a top team if they win a game. They just transfer their win at pool to count for their basketball games.
Today is the release date for the soundtrack to Midnight in Paris. I’m waiting to see how long before it shows up at Barnes and Noble. I may just order it, rather than wait. Normally, I’m not this eager to buy a CD, but since I really enjoyed the movie last week, and I know it’ll be a while before the DVD comes out, I can at least re-live it through its music. Speaking of music, last night Mr. Pool introduced me to Biz Markie via YouTube. I don’t know why I mentioned that, except “You got what I need, even though you say he’s just a friend” keeps running through my mind. I hate it when that happens. Now where
did I put my mental floss?
Maybe I can actually get the chance to play pool tonight before I forget how. There’ve been too many guests occupying the one and only table we have. Maybe we should have a sign-up sheet to reserve the table. Nah, that wouldn’t work. I can’t even get them to remember to make sure parents sign their room number for kids who use the table. No, I think I’ll just have to run them off somehow. I know, I’ll walk over and start singing the Biz Markie song they way they did on YouTube. My singing is so bad it could make every dog in the hotel howl. If that doesn’t do it, the sight of me dancing to the Biz Markie song should.
Before I knew it the clock said 10:30 last night and I had only just finished posting yesterday’s blog. I’d lost track of time while working on my novel, and realized I hadn’t posted. Then I went downstairs to watch Mr. Pool and Confidante playfully beating the crap out of each other at pool. I was almost beaned with a jump shot. Confidante is becoming very skillful at making difficult shots. He’s been giving Mr. Pool a run for his money. Well, they don’t actually play for money. Neither one of them makes enough for that. They play for “men.” No, I don’t mean it THAT way. Where is your mind? Although, with a name like Confidante, I can easily see how one might assume... Trust me, he’s definitely hetero. I mean "men," as in players on a team. It’s an extension of their video basketball games where each one gets to choose a player from a top team if they win a game. They just transfer their win at pool to count for their basketball games.
Today is the release date for the soundtrack to Midnight in Paris. I’m waiting to see how long before it shows up at Barnes and Noble. I may just order it, rather than wait. Normally, I’m not this eager to buy a CD, but since I really enjoyed the movie last week, and I know it’ll be a while before the DVD comes out, I can at least re-live it through its music. Speaking of music, last night Mr. Pool introduced me to Biz Markie via YouTube. I don’t know why I mentioned that, except “You got what I need, even though you say he’s just a friend” keeps running through my mind. I hate it when that happens. Now where
did I put my mental floss?
Maybe I can actually get the chance to play pool tonight before I forget how. There’ve been too many guests occupying the one and only table we have. Maybe we should have a sign-up sheet to reserve the table. Nah, that wouldn’t work. I can’t even get them to remember to make sure parents sign their room number for kids who use the table. No, I think I’ll just have to run them off somehow. I know, I’ll walk over and start singing the Biz Markie song they way they did on YouTube. My singing is so bad it could make every dog in the hotel howl. If that doesn’t do it, the sight of me dancing to the Biz Markie song should.