hijinks freaking ensuing

Today I have:

1. let the Zweeble play in the kitchen sink (literally, he was in it) and mopped up the resulting mess

2. ordered Scott's Xmas gift, for my grandmother (she needed me to order it so we could get the discount)

3. found out, with Z's help, where all the bloody ghost ants have been coming from: they'd made a nest in the plastic covering for a Pokemon DS game. Mostly the nest was between the plastic box part and the plastic sheet holding the cover, which made for some very disturbing crunching as I took the box out of the cabinet next to the couch.

Usually, finding the nest means the end of the bugs for a while. But I'm going to get some ant bait and childproofing locks, just in case.

(You live in Florida, you get bugs. We had bugs even when were had a contract with Truly Nolen. There's no serious winter here to kill them off, just dry spells and rainy spells that send them inside. Spider season seems to be over, now it's ghost ant season.)

I'm all itchy now.

4. gotten a phone call from Scott, saying that the next time I order his Xmas gift on line, I might want to either tell him to not check our shared e-mail for a while, or use a different e-mail address. You know, like the gmail account I got specifically for this sort of thing.

[insert long, oedipal version of my favorite bad word]

On the plus side, he found this hilarious and this is the gift of which he said, "Someone's getting me X, right?" (I say X because it ought to be a surprise for somebody, yes?) So really, the story to go along with it is the real gift. That's right, dealio, I did it on purpose to make your Chirstmas bright. Because I love you. Yup, I was an airhead for love.

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So I was reading my Friends List, and read in dealio's recent post:

I have to make an emergency disk for one of our stations -- an emergency disk is an actual cd of songs and imaging that can be played if the main audio program goes kerflewie -- and a song that came out in high school, the only song that I tried to make an "our song" to cement a relationship came up on the play list. I haven't heard it in ages, my god this is a crap song. No, I'm not going to name the song, I'm *really* not.

So of course I immediately called him and asked him what the song was. He refused to tell me until I offered him a bribe, and I swore I'd never tell the name of the song. (Which I won't. I want to, but I won't.)

He said, really fast and kind of mumbled, "It was [Really Cheesy 80s song That Laura Actually Still Kind of Likes] by [But She Digs Cheesy Songs, So That Doesn't Say Much]."

"Oh my god, that was me! You did that on a mix tape for me in college!"**

"Uh ... no, I did that in high school, and I guess I did it for you in college."***

I was, at this point, laughing like a loon. "I was a repeat! You cad!"****

(Now I'm wondering what of his other college moves were originally used in high school.)



**he was so cool, all, "Just listen to the lyrics."

***he really probably doesn't remember. I have the mix tape around somewhere, so I can prove it to him.

****Okay, I don't think I said "cad." I was laughing a lot, so I'm not sure I remember exactly what I said after the repeat thing. But close enough.

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Oh, and let me take this opportunity to inform the world that on the same mix tape as The Unnamed Song of Shame, Scott included a Sinead O'Connor song and wrote on the liner notes that I was not allowed to tell anyone he had a Sinead O'Connor tape. BUT HE DID.