I have to post SOMETHING

I did not watch Veronica Mars last night. I KNOW, I KNOW. But see, I have a TiVo, or at least a homemade version, and that means I cannot bear to sit through commercials. I could have waited halfway through to start watching, but at that time (NINE-THIRTY for those of you who are not Veronica fans, and make yourselves known so the rest of us can make fun of you) I crawled into my car and drove downtown to pick up my husband at work. WORK. I picked him up from work at NINE-THIRTY at NIGHT.

Boooo.

Phillip is much happier at this job than he was at the old one. He works with a room full of guys just like him. They have pre-ordered the iPhone, networked their homes, mastered GuitarHero and have the only keys to the server room. It's the nature of the sysadmin beast, however, to hunker down for hours and hours and hours running updates, making backups and generally driving their significant others insane when they "forget" to mention that they'll be working late tonight.

To be fair, he doesn't work late very often. And he's pretty good at timidly informing me that he'll "have to do some work later" when he gets home, which means hammering on the laptop upstairs while I'm drifting off to the ten o'clock news. This is all quite foreign to me, the person who firmly believes work should stay at work forever and ever amen, but I'm told my work ethic isn't quite up to snuff and this is what people do if they want to succeed and you do what the job requires blah blah blah. So fine. I'll just sit here and be thankful that one of us intends to put food on the table.

On the other hand: NINE-THIRTY.

You know, all of that was to say that when we got home and I'd gone upstairs for a few minutes to get ready for bed (what? is ten o'clock EARLY?) I went back downstairs to spend a few quality moments with my husband. Who was sitting on the couch eating potato chips and watching... THE WIGGLES.

 

Would you trust these men with your children?

Okay. So maybe he wasn't watching the WIGGLES Wiggles, but an interview with the Wiggles on The Big Idea with Donny Doofus. Which is not his real name, but man, I can't stand that guy. I never watch his show, so I have no idea what kind of guest he usually invites, but the Wiggles? Really?

Phillip and I know all about the Wiggles because we have two nephews ages almost six and three. We've been visiting said nephews every summer for the past three years, which means we know every Wiggles song and every Wiggles dance. Knowing this much after three separate weeks over three years, I can't even imagine what kind of knowledge my brother- and sister-in-law have lost over the past six years, having had to make room in their brains for 'Fruit Salad' and 'Wiggly Party'.

Anyway, Donny asked them the question I've always wanted to ask, which is: You four are grown men. Don't you feel ridiculous? To which they all kind of nodded sheepishly, but immediately insisted that this is how you communicate with preschoolers! It's fun! It's a good time! Uh huh.

And all of THAT was to say that there is a new yellow Wiggle. The old yellow Wiggle was finding himself faint and dizzy onstage and was finally diagnosed with orthostatic intolerance. And because I watched the Wiggles interview, my neurotic hypochondriac self now has a name for how tired I felt in church on Sunday, just because I was STANDING UP FOR TOO LONG. I am not joking, Internet. We had to stand in the vestibule (vestibule!) for a half hour doing the rite of welcome (I think it was the rite of welcome) for two catechumens and I thought I was going to keel over. I kept thinking of my best friend from high school who did ROTC in college and told me all about how to keep your knees bent when you're at attention so you won't black out. That was me. Bend your knees! Stay awake! Breathe! And then I couldn't even KNEEL. Kneeling makes me feel faint, like I can't breathe. What's wrong with me?! Don't tell me it's because I'm pregnant, because I've felt this way many times before. Maybe it's exacerbated, but still. Obviously I need to purchase a much more comfortable work chair and probably cut back my hours while I'm at it.

And then I went to bed! Ta da! TERRIBLY interesting evening. The End.

Comments

[Christina/Mrs Broccoli Guy]

I can't handle the Wiggles. The "fruit salad" song is catchy and all, but they're right up there with Barney in my mind.

oh and at church I sometimes have to hold onto the chair in front of my because I feel like I'm swaying when I'm standing up. No idea why, but anyway I kinda know how you feel.

[Jenny Ryan]

Oops, didn't know you hadn't actually seen the show when I commented last. :P

[Melissa]

the Wiggles sort of creep me out too....and I've never actually seen their show. The first time I saw them a friend was handing me a video her son got at the library. I stood there unsure what to say because I seriously thought she was pulling my leg. That can't be an actual group of actual people........

I vote for cutting back work hours. I mean, because you don't want to over do it. Right?

[Kate P]

Thankfully I've never suffered through the Wiggles (Teletubbies is another story--my niece is 2 and loves them), but I probably wouldn't trust those men to teach my kids how to BE COOL.

Can I rub it in that I use a good old fashioned VCR so I watched VM from 9:30 on (I was doing schoolwork) while it was taping and then while I was eating dinner tonight I watched the whole thing??? That said, you're a nice wife to have done that! :)