So I’m back from Massachusetts, which was COLD but wonderful. I got to catch up with many of my cousins, so fun, and spend a lot of quality time with my nephew, who is four. We drew a lot of pictures and had many meaningful discussions about animals and stickers and life in general. It was just what I needed.
As I mentioned before, my brother and sister in law do not have a TV. I know that I shouldn’t have one either, that I should be fully able to subsist on just books and music and maybe even silence, and, moreover, that I am fully capable of doing so. Still, I have to admit, I was happy to come home and have The O.C. waiting for me on my Tivo. So nice. So far, nothing has really surprised me—they had to get Seth and Ryan back, right?—-but it’s all set up for new stuff to start happening next week.
One thing that I found hysterical, though, was the depiction of the Cohen’s house as it was undergoing the renovation. More specifically, the carpenters themselves. Okay: my husband is a carpenter and contractor, and we have a building company. Plus, we built our house (or, he did: I just painted a few boards, brought a lot of sandwiches, and complained about my sole other job, picking up trash. But whatever.) So I’ve been to a fair amount of job sites and let me tell you: most carpenters do not look like that, all pumped up and tan. Good God. And why did they all have their shirts off, when they were inside? My husband, who was forced to watch the show as it recorded when I was out of town, also pointed out that the tool belts on these gorgeous carpenters did not even really have the correct tools they would need to do what they were theoretically doing. Maybe in the O.C. all the workmen are struggling models, just trying to make ends meet. It’s possible, right? Oh, why am I quibbling anyway. Part of the fun of that show is how ridiculous it is. I don’t know why I expected anything else.
Anyway, it’s nice to be home. I came home to a new rug and a moth infestation in my pantry, so you know, a bit of the good and the bad. The rug looks great, but we have a serious moth issue. I may even have to call an exterminator. I wonder if I could order one up from the O.C, who would appear gorgeously (shirtless?) with his bug spray in hand? Hmmm.
have a good day everyone!