Well I'm sitting here, trying to mentally recap the day, and I'm coming up empty. That statement alone speaks volumes of my Sunday, and I should end this post here...but that's not my style. I will leave my readers in bored agony if I have to—it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.
So, buckle up, take your anti-nausea medication... And prepare for your inert ride through my recollections.
If we did anything this afternoon, it was to watch Jason work. He and Ashley came over to futz with a computer this afternoon, you see. We didn't get out of bed until after 9, and when we left the premises at 11, it was only to accost a Subway worker and soulfully ask for nourishment—which we were granted in exchange for currency. This was the point at which we—yep! You guessed it! We ate!
Are you dazzled yet? I bet so.
Jason and Ashley were due to arrive sometime after one, so we gleefully pranced upstairs to do something incredibly intriguing like VB work (Miles) or alphabetizing the medicine cabinet (me) until their arrival. However, in mid-prance, we simultaneously realized such exertion would generate an unhealthy amount of excitement in the retelling of the story, and thereby decided to sit in front of our computers and do absolutely nothing instead. The plan worked nicely. Who knows how many of you would be hyperventilating at this very moment had we not altered our agenda.
Enter Jason and Ashley: a friendly, charming couple exhibiting boundless energy and enthusiasm for activity...so, again, with full consideration for our mlphillips audience, Miles and I made the supreme sacrifice to sit back and keep the goings-on controlled.
Miles set up a workstation on the countertop for them to use. There they sat involved with their computers...and there we sat (no, not THERE...look over at the living room...the two figures sprawled out on the couch? Bingo) making sure things didn't get out of hand. We were keen to keep the atmosphere languid, you understand.
Eventually, Miles grew fussy and started tossing pillows at me...an honor he has only ever bestowed upon my mother in the past. That went on for a while before he grew tired of the exercise and quieted. It's best to let these fits of his work themselves out, I've discovered.
Hours later, those diligent people with computers finished their work and we decided to meet at Applebee's for dinner. The meal began with me launching lemon bits airborne and ended with Miles flinging his meal across his chest. I know that living with someone tends to create a blending of the personalities, habits, and whatnot...but we seem to have discarded all positive behavior and blended into one massive ball of "you can't take us anywhere." To know us is to love us. (Please?)
We said our goodbyes and returned home to the exciting world of VB Programming (Miles) and a less-than-5-minute graphics project (me). I sit here wondering where the day went, the lethargy of it all, and how the hell I managed to write 500 words on the subject.
