And She Wasn’t Being Egotistical Either; She Was Just Stating A Fact

So I ended up watching the Goosebumps movie last night, and I thought it was alright.  I’ve never been more than an indifferent fan of the Goosebumps series, but I have to admit that the movie did a wonderful job of capturing the feel of the series, so I would definitely call the movie a success.

What’s funny though is when I mentioned this to L’s Mother, she told me that she never really got into the series herself because when it came out she was “going through her Bronte phase at the time.”

What’s really funny to me though is that she was serious when she said that.

Possibly At The Bar

This morning my son asked me if I knew what a “hot Jupiter” was.  “Sounds like a drink to me,” I told him, prompting him to giggle and tell me that was silly.

He was right, of course.

But it’s not like I was going to tell him that it sounds like a name you’d hear in an all-male strip club.

Just Don’t Be Stupid About It

While it is preferable for your motivation, particularly the motivation for self-improvement, to come from a positive place, that’s not always the motivation you get; sometimes it’s okay to use what you’ve got though.

I Ended Up Tipping Extra . . . Just In Case

And now a partial transcript from yesterday’s breakfast outing:

Attractive Server:  “Would you like some more coffee?”

Me:  “You read my mind.”

*Has a fresh realization at just how attractive she is.*

Me:  (Seriously, even a touch sternly.)  “Don’t read too closely.”

For The Record, I’m Still Using This Slate

When things aren’t working out for people, the end of the world seems like an easy way to wipe the slate clean.

– Evan Glodell

I’m Still In “Defensive Silliness” Mode

The other day I noticed that L’s Mother was listening to “The Best of Badfinger.”  As I walked away I found myself thinking, “Doesn’t that make this compilation the good Badfinger?  And by that logic, is there a bad Badfinger compilation out there?”

Inspiration Found

Last night L’s mother slipped outside to sit on the porch to seek inspiration from the storm overhead.  Now I’ve done this a time or two myself and the porch is covered, so I didn’t think twice about her doing this . . . right up until the point there was a crack of thunder that shook the house and a concurrent flash of lighting that was dazzling even through the closed blinds.

A few moments later L’s mother was back inside the house and she absolutely reeked of ozone.

“I’m inspired!” she announced in a cheery voice.  “I’m definitely inspired to come back inside now!”

It’s A Valid Fear

So I see that another one of those “Things about me” lists is making the rounds on my social media, and the second entry on said list is “Biggest fear.”

It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me at all that my mental response to that was “Biggest fear:  Being foolish enough to post my biggest fear on social media.”

I Suppose I COULD Do With Having A Better Handle On Things Around Here

So for Father’s Day my son proudly presented me with the gift of . . . a door handle left over from a piece of furniture Lala had refurbished.

I think he’s trying to tell me something.

I’m Making Most Of This Up

(And now because I need to do this, something completely lighthearted and irreverent.)

One of the most flattering things anyone has ever said to me was also one of those things most people never mention to another living soul in their entire lives.  Even so, I always smile when I remember the time when a then recent acquaintance told me “I love your ****!”   Yes, it was inappropriate, and it was even more inappropriate because that’s not the sort of thing one generally wants to hear when getting pants fitted.

Still . . . I’m sure he meant well.