Howdy, faithful reader!
It’s Good Friday 2008 and I’m sitting in a hotel room somewheres with the other 3 Rizzutos. Never mind why. Seeing as how it’s a slow blogging weekend I thought I’d share some random thoughts with you.
I sent Mr. Rizzuto out for some alcohol a few minutes ago. I asked him to get me some of what’s affectionately known in the Rizzuto household as Lady Duff. As you Simpsons fans know, Duff is Homer Simpson’s favorite beer. I like wine coolers (Bacardi, Mike’s Hard Lemonade, whatever). Mr. Rizzuto calls it Lady Duff.
Once I asked Mr. Rizzuto to buy me some Lady Duff and because he’s a wiseass he came back with a 40 oz St. Ides wine cooler. It tasted like beer with Kool Aid in it. He didn’t even give it to me in a paper bag. This time he came back with a box of wine, vintage Tuesday. I’m drinking it of course. That Mr. Rizzuto is a class act.
Being in this hotel reminds me of a little getaway Mr. Rizzuto and I have in Linden, New Jersey. When you’ve got two small beasts it’s not very easy to get away. We found this quaint little motel last year when my parents were in town. I thought it was great until we went back again this year. Just as we pulled into the parking lot Mr. Rizzuto started to reminisce about the previous year when he heard the hooker upstairs coming in and out every 30 minutes or so. Of course, I never knew about that and by the time he mentioned it we had already paid for the room. But he assured me that everything would be OK this time because we were on the second floor and wouldn’t be able to hear the bed bouncing around.
A real class act, that one.
In other news, I owe my excellent friend Anners a huge apology. On another post I called her a sea hag. That wasn’t very nice, but in my own defense I called her that without really knowing what a sea hag was. Luckily I found this blog about New Haven folklore and now I see the error of my ways. My humblest apologies, Anners dear. I know you’re not from Connecticut.
^ Not Anners
Mr. Rizzuto doesn’t like my gray hair. I keep telling him it’s punk rock, but he’s not buying it. He told me to tell you he calls it Devonian rock, which I guess is funny if you’re a science teacher. I bought a box of hair dye and I’m going to color my hair just as soon as I have a few more hits off the box. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Why is Danny Bonaduce on TV? Watching a 12-year-old boy tap dance? And a little girl krunking?
I need another swig.
You’d think that since there’s a 7-year age difference between my beasts they wouldn’t fight over stuff. Wrong! But they do love Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends, which is the best cartoon ever.
boyfriend boy toy* is going to Hong Kong to film a new movie. I told myself that he quit his other job because he didn’t want to go to London and be away from me, but I guess we all know the truth. So here’s a video in his honor:
hates dislikes it when I call him my boyfriend.