Back to life, back to reality.

The house is SO QUIET.  I had gotten used to a certain level of excited chatter all day long and now the kids are back at school and my husband is back at work, and it's just me, with not even the dog for company as he is at the groomer's.  Back to reality, I guess.  As the very flamboyant man who sold me a pair of sunglasses in Maui said, "Being in paradise doesn't pay the bills!"  Truth.  I had also gotten used to being warm.  What is this thing called a sweater?  Jake stood at the top of the stairs for two solid minutes this morning, unmoving, until I reminded him that he needed to put on his coat and boots before we left the house.  Coat and...boots?

I'm kind of tired this morning because I actually watched the Oscars last night.  I stayed up past 10:00, which is like 2:00 in the morning for normal people.  I recorded the show so I could watch it in the same manner my husband watches the Superbowl - starting late and then fast forwarding the parts I don't like, such as the speeches, the commercials, and the honorary awards.  Basically I just watch it to see the presenters and what people are wearing and to get glimpses of Hugh Jackman being his usual awesome self.  Doesn't he just seem like a great guy?  Who else would run over to help someone who had tripped up the stairs?  Who else would excitedly applaud when the other guy won?  Who else looks like this?

 

 

RAWR.  Or this:

The lady will have two tickets to the gun show, please.

Speaking of attractive men, if it wasn't bad enough that the Oscars ran overtime and foiled my plans for an early bedtime, I ended up having a minor after hours debate with my husband.  The topic? Resolved: Bradley Cooper is attractive.

Me: I just don't think he's very good-looking.

Husband: If you polled one hundred women, ninety-eight would agree with me. 

Me: I don't see it.

Husband: You're wrong.

Me: It's not like he's George Clooney.  THAT is an attractive man.  He even looks good in a beard!

Husband:  It's GEORGE CLOONEY.  One hundred percent of women think he's attractive.  You can't compare them.

Me:  Bradley Cooper's hair is weird.

Intellectual late-night conversations are where it's at in my house.  And by late-night, I mean 10:05.  It's probably good that my husband is back to work and I will only see him for a couple of hours a day at best, given where our conversations go when we've actually spent time together.  What's next, a disagreement about Halle Berry's shoulder pads?

My neighbour picked up my mail for me while I was gone, and so I was very excited to see the eclectic collection of magazines and catalogues that had amassed.  Canadian Living and Golf Digest, together at last in traditionally-defined gender roles, magazine style.  The anthropologie catalogue together with the Sears Fun in the Sun edition.  Hoo boy.  So many floral dresses and horse sweaters, but at massively different price points.  Spoiler alert: post forthcoming. 

In any event, it's shaping up to be a busy week what with me running the school book fair - yes, again - karate makeup classes - I sure do hope that woman is there again, can't wait to hear what she posted to Facebook this week - and the usual day-to-day activities.  What have you been up to, dear readers?  Anyone watch the Oscars?