Last night was the best night it could have been. Frannie passed out on the couch at the amazing hour of 7:30 and we got to put her in bed early. I took a nap around 8 on the couch and woke up just in time for “Who Was Lee Harvey Oswald?” on Frontline at 9. Mr. Husband dreads watching anything related to JFK with me because I divide my time between shouting at the TV and mouthing the words whenever they play an audioclip of Oswald’s TV appearances or of a statement by the Warren Commission.
“Nooo, honey, nooo, haven’t you seen everything related to Oswald already?” Mr. Husband implored.
“Well, there’s a show about just JFK on the History Channel. And there’s a show about Jackie Kennedy on E!, so you pick.”
“Ugh,” said Mr. Husband. He hates it when the anniversary of JFK’s death comes around. I flipped to Frontline.
Reporter: “Did you shoot the president?”
Me: “I’m just a patsy!”
Oswald: “I’m just a patsy!”
Mr. Husband: “Oh lordy.”
Fortunately for Mr. Husband, I fell asleep again around 10. And when I woke up, I was surprised to see the special was still on.
“Hey, did you know he tried to kill a retired general in the Dallas area?” Mr. Husband asked. “And that he was in Russia at the same time that American U-2 went down? Why was that street fight with the Anti-Castroite in New Orleans filmed? It just doesn’t make sense.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I said.
I knew I could get him sucked in.
In Other News
It snowed again last night. We don’t usually get snow like this until January. The chickens were picking their way around in it this morning and eating some. I could see little toots of vapor coming out of their beak-nostrils. I put out some fresh water since theirs had frozen.
I know they are just dumb clucks, but I feel so bad for them living in the yard. I just keep telling myself that they have their nice warm hen house and lots of feathers, not to mention the fact that they are outdoor animals. Anyway, it’s pretty funny to watch a chook chowing snow.
chickens are dumb little funny critters, tho, ain’t they?
Maybe you can heat up some chow for them??
P.S. Hope you can make it next Thursday….
hee hee – my chickens all huddle around the cat flap outside the back door. I feel happy that we got in their heat lamp BEFORE all of this freezing weather. I have a feeling that we’re in for more….
Don’t remind me. I’m in denial. I hate snow.
oh.
my.
god.
i just read your post about the front bottom, and i nearly strained a gut muscle, then i made the mistake of following the link to the story about the jawbreakers. holy shit, girl. if i need a hernia operation, i’m billing you!!
My birthday’s on the 22nd. Every damn year I hear more about it than the last…and my sister was born I think a year or two years to the day before Elvis died. Coincidence???
ya know, when i read, “Last night was the best night it could have been,” i kind of expect a story that doesn’t involve lots of napping, going to bed early, and a frontline special on cable.
i guess things really do change once you have kids.
Surely you know of this:
http://www.doctorcosmo.com/oswald/oswald.html
(the expanatory text doesn’t render proppah in Safari, so have IE on hand).
Jimbo: Right now, “the best night it could have been” read properly should be cynically. The way things have been going lately…it was the best night it could have been.
Mike: Okay, I think that photo is the definition of pathos. I went to the page and went “awww!” and in the next breath I started laughing.
Fucking Jack Ruby.
i like the DK tag on the wall. :)