Speaking of my mother, I talked to her and my Lil' Sis over the weekend and relayed the story to them about my day of book pimpage to the Little
The big news from this weekend though is our new TV. At Christmas I asked The Boyfriend, "Um, what do you want for Christmas?" To which he replied, "Nothing. I'd rather try to buy a new TV this year." And since his job is going well, and my job is going well, and we've been saving money like good little monkeys, we bought a new TV this weekend. I've taken to calling it The Pacifier. An LCD, flat panel that is 46" glorious inches. The colors! The shiny! The moving pictures! We caught some of one of the Star Wars movies last night, and it was tre' awesome! I might never go the movie theater again (except for when the new Batman movie lands) and wait for everything on DVD.
This new TV also means I get to watch my Tigers in all their 0-6 glory. Getting swept by the White Sox I can handle (just barely, cuz Lord knows I hate me the White Sox) but Kansas City? The Kansas Frickin' City Royals! Ugh! Not only that, it's making me look bad. My father, blood of my blood, asked me yesterday, "What have you done to the Tigers?!" Nothing Dad! I haven't done anything except love them, and give, give, give. And this is the thanks I get. Oh, and it's Boston on the road starting Tuesday. Yeah, that should be fun. I think I might beat the summer rush and schedule a lobotomy right now.