Right now I'm waiting for the contractor to show up, so he can fix the leaking roof and so I can show him where it leaked in the basement. Huzzah. Home ownership is fun. Really.

A mostly accurate conversation I had with Jude yesterday:

Jude: How much do I love Lotti!
Me: Um, a lot?
Jude: So much. Why did we not meet them until right before we left town?
Me: Well, if you had come to my parties, you would have met them a lot sooner....
Jude: Whatever. We were quoting that bit from Showgirls all weekend.
Me: [Whimper]

This disturbs me. They haven't even seen the damn movie, and they're quoting bits of it. It's terrifying.

It should be noted that Lotti and John met, in their star-crossed way, by reciting bits of Showgirls to each other at a barbecue. {Shudder}. I can only take comfort in the fact that, as they are together, this means they will not be inflicting Showgirls on other hapless significant others.

Oooh, speaking Others, it looks like that will be the next Girls' (and Boys') Night Out Official Movie Night. We have a soft spot for any movie that revels in lines with highly flattened (?) vowels -- the first one I went to see was Deep Blue Sea ("As a side effect, the shaahhks got smahhhter") and The Others ("Are you mad? I am your dawhhtahhhr.") promises to follow in that grand tradition.