Saturday, February 17, 2007

A Fine, Fine Rut
It's taken some time nursing myself back to face-the-world form, but as Neil Young once sung, "an ambulance can only go so fast." (Tumble and I played that side of On The Beach nonstop for a solid weekend during our ongoing depressfest. He called the Guinness people with news of our accomplishment and was met with the world's record for indifference).

Tumble has been keeping himself busy most days by talking on the phone with his homesick grandmother in Phoenix and sending her pictures of a Pittsburgh winter.

Chestnut, meanwhile, has returned from his business trip on a mission. While recording a kissing scene for the audio book a while back, Chestnut sensed a moment between himself and Tumble's sister.

To Tumble's credit, he noticed it, too.

Gathering up all musterable courage, Chestnut asked her out on a Valentine's date and was flatly rejected due to her burgeoning infatuation with the stage manager of a local production of The Fantasticks. Chestnut has since caromed into our collective mope, contributing vital manpower to snack retrieval and DVD changing. It's good to see the household united, even if it is just three sad sacks nestled firmly in a rut letting life in all its glory soldier on.
posted @ 11:17 PM est [link]