Today the mister and I decided to watch a matinee. In our bedroom. On our super comfy new mattress. You know the kind where you can drop a bowling ball on the bed and not upset the wine glass? Well, the industry calls that 'low motion transfer' and we just call it niiiiiicccce.
We're trying to get caught up on our Netflix queue. Somehow 75% of the dvds we currently have are all Deadwood. That's a lot of the c word. And the remaining dvd is Angels in America Part I. I guess we really are all about the HBO in our house. Due to the less than equitable but oh so satisfying split in our queue, the Deadwood are all mine and Angels in America is thanks to the mister. If I were a mean wife, I'd point out that we received AIA on May 25, more than 3 months ago. Ok, I am a mean wife. BUT since he only gets one movie we should at least watch it, right? And we won't even talk about the time I had Pilates for Dummies for 8 months. Promise me we won't.
We started the day with very ambitious plans: meeting friends and their dog for a walk at 8:30. This seemed like an excellent idea when we made the plans. I have to get up at 4 am tomorrow and figured 8 would be no problem. But we (especially the mister) got a bit cocky.
Last night he wondered if we should call said friends and remind them. I didn't think that was necessary. Last night I asked if we should set the alarm as a backup. He didn't think that was necessary. Hahahahahaha.
When our friend called at 8:40 we were both sound asleep. Luckily for us they had slept in until 8:28. I'm sure you won't find this amusing but rest assured the four of us found it HILARIOUS.
So we quickly met up, took a nice long walk, then had a nice long breakfast at a dog friendly cafe. The mister and I figured we'd earned our matinee aka nap. We figured we'd enjoy our new mattress and darkened bedroom for better matinee enjoyment. The dogs were also tired and seemed to like this plan.
That is, they liked this plan right up until the part where our younger (and heavier) dog, in deep sleep, rolled off the bed onto her older sister who was quietly sleeping next to th bed. It's a long way down from a pillow-top mattress to the floor. Needless to say both dogs woke up abruptly and very confused. Luckily no fights ensued. It was wrong of the mister and I to laugh as hard as we did. We know that, truly we do, but it was just so incredibly random.
Guess those firm sides the salesman told us about can now be seen as both a plus and a minus. At least to the canines in the house.
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