Fifteen random thoughts do not a post make

Welcome to the latest edition of My Husband Is Working Late So I'm Drinking Wine And Reading The Best Of Craigs List. And also? Wasn't the world a sad place before Instant Messenger? With Instant Messenger I can sort-of-pay-attention-to my husband's explanation of what he's actually doing and send him this at the same time.

I'm also looking at this because I am a boring almost-new homeowner and this because I am a terribly anxious and anal-retentive almost-new homeowner.

You know that song they're playing now on the teenybopper station with Alvin the Chipmunk? Or maybe not the real Alvin, but maybe his thirteen-year-old cousin? So there's this chipmunk singing about being lonely, oh so lonely, he has nobody, to call his own ah-oooh and then there's a guy rapping on top of that? So it's a HIP HOP song with a CHIPMUNK. Right. I know. But people, I love this song. I don't usually listen to that teenybopper station, but on my drive home they play that song and I love it and I can totally do the chipmunk's part. The thing is, I totally don't see how anyone else likes this song, let alone sees fit to play it every hour. Me, I love the 1950's doo-wop chipmunk style, but most people, well, most people don't love the country song about the Pick-Up Man who met all his wives in traffic jams. And I LOVE that song.

We had my sister over here last night for dinner and a Miss Marple and friendly engaging banter with the Original Thursday Night TV Gang and you know what she gives me? Her cold. Thanks a lot, dude. Kleenex stockholders thank you too.

I finished A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver yesterday. And then I started in on The View From Saturday, another E.L. Konigsberg story. That author, she's a bit off, as my friend's English mother would say. I have a somewhat large collection of sixth grader books for someone who is well beyond sixth grade herself, but those are what I read when I remind myself that I would someday like to be an author who is A Bit Off. I was hopping around the blogosphere the other day and found a little discussion going about books we all loved when we were kids. I had no idea that Anastasia and the Stanley family were universally adored! The Westing Game also scored itself a few mentions, despite the efforts of my sixth grade teacher dad who made a face every time he saw me with that book.

(Although the kid on the Anastasia book kinda freaks me out. That kid was probably wasn't even born before I read my first Anastasia. And Anastasia is someone who looks strange without her glasses, not strange with her glasses. Take that kid off the cover!)

Are you allowed to leave the state when you are in the home-buying process? I have a nephew I need to go see. All this inspection stuff and papers to sign and financing to secure is really cramping my style. (And if you think that sentence implies that I am nowhere near mature enough to purchase my very own house, you are probably right. Unfortunately for you, this is my website.)

Okay well it's late and my husband is still yapping about the server and the email and the backup and the hard drives and the blah blah blah and that means my eyes are glazing over and it is time for me to go to bed. I hope something exciting happens tomorrow morning so I can post about it real quick and get all this drivel off the front page.

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Jen loves that song too :) Sometimes we'll be driving and hse'll start quietly singing the chipmunk part :) -- Akon - Mr. Lonely