yawn

01-30-00

the atkins way

John: I'm not good. I'm always on this diet. I suck.

Betsy: You're so good! When we go out and I eat potato soup and caramel pie and you don't eat any, you're so strong.

John: I'll just eat my meat.

Betsy: You did eat your meat.

John: How can I have any pudding if I don't eat my meat?

Betsy: We can go to the store and get pudding if you want.

John: Not now.

Betsy: I think there's some sugar-free jello in the fridgerbator.

John likes it when I print these bits of our conversations. He thinks I make him sound witty. He is witty. It's not just that he's my husband. He's a funny guy.

Or maybe you don't think so. Maybe these snippets are not funny to you? If that's true, why are you reading my journal? You must think it's funny. Either that, or you find it very, very sad.

Wanna know what's sad? We do this all the time. Our conversations are mixed up bits of song lyrics and private jokes and corny, obscene references. Often a mixture of Yoda-speak, movie quotes, baby talk, and extremely un-PC personal insults. Some of our discussions are unprintable, because they are so offensive. We regularly say things we don't mean, knowing that it's all understood. We spend a lot of time making fun of other people and a LOT of time making fun of each other. Nobody escapes the silent scrutiny of John and Betsy.

Not much to say for myself this weekend. I did a lot of practicing, or at least a lot more than usual. Watched the Australian open, worked a little, wrote a little. John was out of town, so things were nice and quiet. He's going away for most of this week, so I'm going to go watch the X-Files with him and go to bed early.

Here's one thing I did this weekend: designed new wallpaper. Feel free to rip it off.