E Possible

This is the Daughter doing "Kim Possible." I told her to put a little more ham into it but she just couldn't do it. She said she had to stand up for that madness. I guess she is not a real actress. A real actress would do whatever possible to get the end result. But the picture is cute nonetheless.

I forgot to mention that Dear Sir told me that "slosh" is not a word. When one says "I got sloshed" you can not say "I am a slosh." I do know you can say "lush" but every body says that. "Slosh" sounds cooler. To me. So, if I ever make fun of myself and the red wine again and need to use a word like "lush" without using the word "lush", I will just continue to use "slosh" because it is my own perfect made up word for a person who likes to pretend she gets drunk (who really doesn't and has no intention of it). There, I made it up myself.

Last night Dear Sir and I went Christmas shopping while the crazies went to AWANA. We wolfed down a couple of burgers (see Ann, I do eat out) and a huge pile of fries and then went on our way to Borders. I had to return something, so Dear Sir went to the magazine section (he detests returning things or being any part of the process). When I got back to the magazine rack he was thoughtfully reading something and told me to give him a minute. So I went somewhere else and we met up again and went out to the parking lot. Dear Sir turned to me and said, "I ran into this guy while I was reading a magazine, and I swear, he did a double take when he looked at me and then said, 'has anyone ever told you that you look just like Kiefer Sutherland?' I told him that my wife says it all the time and he said all I need is a cigar in my mouth and we would be twins."

Yes, I do tell him that a lot. My own Dear Sir does look like Kiefer (lucky me). The nose, no, but the eyes and mouth, yes. He has never believed me (he always shakes his head at me like I am a wicked child) so it is funny that some stranger has pointed it out.

I just ran out of coffee. Now, I would panic if I were EmmaSometimes, cause you know, her running out of coffee is like me running out of red wine. May as well IV that precious dark fluid straight into her veins. And she doesn't use Splenda either. I put a big heaping tablespoon in my coffee just for extra cancer, and feel just fine doing it because I have consumed less calories and can use up those calories to eat some chocolate (of course, in the morning with my coffee). I have already eaten a couple of squares.

Well, I better get school running because math is crying in the cabinet, unused and sad. Tomorrow I get to whip out the Latin and perhaps I will use yet another vocabulary word as my title. And----while I am busy doing all that you can all feel jealous because I live with Kiefer.