I had a very vegged evening last night watching "Dave" on TV. Is there anyone with a better combined voice and look than Sigourney Weaver?

I'd been at work until 7:30 and was determined to go in a 7:30 in the morning to finish an article that has been kicking my ass. I'm profiling a children's photographer. What the hell do I know about child photography? I know how to mock children, and to only kick them when no one's looking, and that's about it.

So Deb calls me at the usual time, and it's right at the part of the movie where Sigourney lets Kevin Kline know that she knows that he's not really the president, so I ask (tell) her if I can (that I'm going to) hang up because at that particular moment, I really wanted to see that scene.

A little while later Jake calls up and asks if I will escort Sara to the porn store to return her videos because Jake has stuff to do and Sara doesn't want to go by herself. Sure. I wanted to get to bed early, but when duty calls, you suck it up and go to the porn store. I call Deb and tell her what's up. "So you won't be there when I get home?" "Right."

Twenty minutes later, we're headed to the porn store, meet Deb coming home. We stop, we chat, we go. Sara terrorizes me with her highway driving style for a while, we drop off the video without incident, and we head home.

Deb's not in the house. It's after 11 and I have to get to bed. So I crawl in between the sheets, throw an arm over the dog, and proceed to try to sleep. Deb comes home some undetermined time later and I can tell that she's disappointed that I didn't wait up for her or come get her from next door. I go back to sleep. Deb can't sleep.

I wake up sometime in the middle of the night and find Deb in the computer room. "I just sent you a really long, whiney e-mail. But it's not important now." I can tell that she's not happy, but my sleep-addled brain blows it out of proportion. I just know I've upset Deb by not paying enough attention to her and she's really pissed off at me. But I still need to sleep because I'm getting up at 5.

I opened that e-mail this morning with much dread in my heart. Deb was not upset with me. She was having a hard time making a dildo purchase decision. These are the kind of really serious dilemmas we face each day at the Rancho.

So, big Whew. And I finished the article.

Here are some photos for my friend Kim. Sorry, but Parlow wasn't on the roster and Rigamat was on the sub list.

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