Stranger than Fiction

I was off today, and it wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly great, either. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and I could never shake the bad feeling associated with it. I created a sheet so that the three of us here can track our chores (to keep everything equal, so everyone stays happy), and took a nap. I caught up my laundry, and helped Charles hang his new ceiling fan when he got home from work.

Charles and strieson went to Taco Bell to get dinner, while I stayed home. I'd decided that I wanted to cook some burgers, since I'd bought them on Sunday. First, though, I grabbed a metal file and fixed the latches on both of our back doors, so that they'd catch when they closed (as it was, the screen door never caught, and the inner door only closed for sure when the dead bolt was engaged). Feeling rather proud of myself, I cleaned up and made those burgers.

About the time they were done, Charles and strieson came home. I'd just decided that I wanted to watch "Stranger than Fiction", and oddly, both of them really liked the idea. We took a short intermission mid-movie so that Charles could talk to his girlfriend, but that was it. Normally, it's a steady stream of breaks because of the "no inside smoking" clause we have here.

The movie was very thought provoking. I thoroughly enjoyed it, too. I found the end to be suspenseful enough that both strieson and I yelled at Charles for trying to predict what would happen (while I had a feeling, I didn't want any outside influences affecting it).

( Now, it's over, and I find myself melancholy )

Oh well, enough of my whining. Good night, Gracie.