Fall 2009

Tuesday, Sept. 22, 2009 - 12:45 a.m.

John and I were talking about that strange thing that happens at my inlaws every year during the holiday season; there's at least two new faces and one separation or divorce or a shifting of living arrangments of some kind -- not that I am judging any of my rellies for doing whatever they choose to do with their lives, but in my family, there was only the turnover that came from producing children or moving away for awhile and coming back with a spouse. It just seems so fluid compared to my own family reunions.

So I was pondering this, and taking the dinner dishes to the sink.

As I washed them, John asked me a question. "When did you plan on leaving?"

This question stopped me cold.

I turned around and said, "I think we should give things a try until our twentieth."

He looked at me. And he said "What I was ASKING about is when's the next time you're going to DISNEYLAND. I need to get a vacation day."

I grinned sheepishly. "Whoops. Oh. Um. It's from [Date] to [Date]. Sorry about that."

John just stared. "Butt-munch..." he muttered.

Then he grinned.

Whew.

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Congratulations to Mad Men, which took the best dramatic Emmy.

John and I really love this show.

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Dear Atlanta: Be careful. Don't drive through water you can't see into.

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That's it. Have a good Tuesday.

And happy first day of Autumn, as of 2:18 pm PDT.

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