Last night, my dreams were filled with chocolate cake and lovely chocolate cookies and I woke up thinking it’s a good thing dream calories don’t count. I made it till 7PM before breaking down and baking a chocolate cake. These calories will count, I know. But I deserve it. It’s been 48 hours since I’ve seen an episode of Law & Order. My mother broke our TV on Saturday (well, she was the last one to touch it), and we’ve been unable to flip through our Tivoed collection of L&O that backs up like a bar toilet in search of just one we haven’t seen before.
We’ll select an episode of Law & Order and get 10 minutes into it before one of us will say, “We’ve seen this, it was the husband.” And the other one will sheepishly admit that they recognized it 5 minutes ago but didn’t want to say anything because MY GOD WE’VE SEEN THEM ALL. But now it’s been 48 hours and I want to see 10 minutes of an episode I’ve seen before. Instead I’m eating chocolate cake while Matilda alternates between sleeping and crying in her swing and she might be on the other side of the room, but I CAN HEAR HER FART FROM HERE.
