As promised, here is my day. In photos. A day where nothing happened, so thank heavens I captured it on film.
I kept the camera next to my bed last night, so that when I woke up I could begin taking photos immediately. I want you to know I couldn't actually SEE the time from my bed, with my fine eyes, so the out-of-focus photo is kind of fitting. And let me tell you what. You did not catch me waking up at no 7:03 back when I was a whippersnapper. No sir. The only time I was up at 7 on a Saturday was when I hadn't gone to bed yet.
As usual, I woke up after Marvin, who was already out sowing the plow or whatever Amish thing he does when he gets up at his ridiculous hours. But my Talu was there, as she always is.
Sometimes Henry is sleeping with us too, but today he was on the floor. I am sorry you have to see Marvin's underthings. Which leads me to what I did once I hauled myself out of bed.
You know, I am not home a lot during the week. Or, if I AM home, I am asleep. You can imagine how charming and not at all messy the house gets during the week.
Mmm-hmm! Martha Stewart recommends adding the Pringles can to your coffee table. And what living room tableau would be complete without the lint roller? And do you think Marvin is really standing there, but he's invisible except for his shoes?
I had a lot of work ahead of me. And when I took this photo, I knew Tallulah was in it, but it wasn't till I put this up here that I noticed little Hen, hidin' in the laundry.
I commenced to cleaning, fortified with seventeen cups of black coffee. When I went in to make the bed, I felt bad I was gonna have to kick Winston off.
And then I noticed he had a partner in crime.
While I cleaned and slaved, I had a few choice words for active Marvin, over there, who was (sit down) watching some kind of documentary on how to play guitar. Marvin has known how to play guitar since he's 12. How was this documentary necessary in life. So, to distract me, he made me sit down for a minute and pick which musician I'd do.
I picked this Rod Stewart-y lookalike. Hey, you should have seen my I-heart-the-'90s-in-my-mom-jeans choices.
Finally, Marvin left to get my oil changed. I lived 15 years on my own as a single adult, and supposedly I took care of my car that whole time, but now if Marvin dropped dead my car would too, because I pay no attention to things like Hey, it's time to change the oil! He just automatically took over that stuff and who am I to stop him?
Yay. I know. I gotta move the table back. Shut up.
Sort of yay. I had lie-flat-to-dry things that had to go SOMEWHERE.
Here is what Tallulah did after I showered and asked her, "Want to go for a walk?" Her head whipped around three times, like an owl or a corkscrew or Regan from The Exorcist. Did she want to go for a walk. Does the Pope stand up in his car?
So, walk we did.
Marvin returned my oily car and I ran several pressing errands.
Yes, I did do turquoise and magenta nails. I'm festive. ENJOY MY NAILS. THEY'RE FESTIVE. BUB.
Then, Marvin and I decided to take Tallulah downtown. We like to walk around downtown, as there is a lot of cool stuff. Including a fountain. That, you know, squirts over your head. Which Tallulah did not enjoy. And then children came to pet her.
Did you ever see the Willy Wonka with Johnny Depp in it? The way he was around kids is kind of how Lu is. She kind of feels like, ewww. See her revulsion to these poor kids who just wanted to say hello to us and my festive toes?
She did finally let them pet her, but it was more a close-your-eyes-and-think-of-England kind of a pet.
Fortunately, daddy shared his disgusting green apple icy with her to cheer her up. Remember how Lucy used to get all freaked out when Snoopy kissed her, and she'd scream for iodine? I think that is how Tallulah felt about the innocent children touching her. Except her iodine was disgusting green apple ice.
Finally, we went to the grocery store and got stuff to make nachos. We are going to watch Rachel Getting Married tonight, and that will about wrap it up.
Some of us are already prepared to call it a day.
Several commenters said they'd capture their lives on film today, too. I hope they did something more compelling, like a huge extramarital affair we can all watch, or at least a bank robbery or something.
Go see if they really did it. Give them crap if they didn't.
Kelly (whose link didn't work. Let us know your address, Kelly!)