Encore = Service to all Humanity

I prefer to post more frequently than I have, as of late. I really try to shoot for every other day. Everyone who knows me knows I have PLENTY to say. Nevertheless, it just hasn’t happened this week. I blame the husband. Why? Well, because I can!

FYI: I don’t really blame him.

J actually did do one thing wrong, so I’ll get to that later. It will require visual aids, so I will need to start speaking to him again, in order for him to take my picture. Post forthcoming.

Actually, there has just been a weird convergence of moods and events in our lives recently, and the best bet was for me to 1) stress less about work or blogging or laundry or exercising, and 2) spend more time re-watching movies I’ve seen a million times on Encore.  I’m sure I’m not the only one who has been there. Plus, I introduced my teen to Fried Green Tomatoes, The Breakfast Club, the original Tron, and Goodwill Hunting. You see—I am a good mother! This should be an important part of all teenagers’ cultural education.

Okay, back to what could have happened, and what did happen:

Stress + Sarah + Crappy weather + Full moon + 5 Trillion forms from children’s’ schools requiring my signature/input + the fact that they tore down the Great Gatsby mansion = Black Hole of Crankiness and Whining and Despair.

Sarah + Cable TV + Comfy couch + Popcorn = Wife/Mother willing to forgive you for making fun of her new bangs.

Which equation would you prefer to solve? Exactly.

I briefly entertained the thought of trying to visually represent those equations above, but let’s face it, if you can’t draw it on paper, the likelihood that you can draw in Paint is not very high.

Instead, I think we all should go the Emily Post route and send handwritten thank you cards to whichever media conglomerate owns Encore. They saved you from being sucked into my black hole.

Okay, I just checked to see who owns Encore, and it’s Starz. Then I checked to see who owns Starz and the good news is that it’s not owned by GE, so I feel very comfortable with the thank you note idea. I would not write a thank you note to GE until they start paying taxes. I paid more taxes this year than they did, I bet.

And yes, J’s faux pas DOES have something to do with my new bangs. Also Glee. And the Honey Badger t-shirt he won’t let me buy. And the children. And those fire glasses that Ant bought when we were finding items you could turn into weapons while shopping for his birthday party at the party store.

Come on, those Honey Badger t-shirts come in black and gold. Which my co-workers and I have decided means they would, in fact, be completely appropriate for work. Our school colors are black and gold. I don’t understand what his problem is.