It’s 11:52 pm.
IZ: (turning off that ridiculous Stargate Atlantis) So, do you want me to put on Numbers a taped show?
ok, ok, it was Numbers. You wanna make something of it? Shut up.
Me: Nice… try to rope me into something when you know I’m going to bed. Sheesh… we’d rather watch tv than have soup*.
IZ:
WHAT? Hey, I didn’t know soup was on the menu. I thought
with the way you are feeling the only things you’d be up to are crackers
and seltzer water. Let’s go.
Me: Eh. You’re right. With the migraines and the world spinning and all the nausea–it’s like being pregnant again.
I’ll interrupt this little dialog to tell you at this point IZ turned an odd shade of grey. Visibly shaken I would say.
IZ: (hopping up and down.) That’s not possible? Right? NO!
Me:
For crying out loud–stop freaking out! It’s not possible.
I’m just under medicated–I’m not pregnant.
IZ: Yeah, that’s what Burt Reynolds thought on Evening Shade–and look what happened there.
Stargate
Atlantis, Numbers, and an Evening Shade reference in a three minute
conversation. My evening is complete. And you wonder why my
world is spinning.
Could someone hand me the seltzer water please?
*code for sex… but you knew that.
