first time

under the influence of la marimba:

kate asks where boyfriend and i would like to sleep. i think she's talking to boyfriend. my voice wants to be heard.

i point over to the wood-paneled wall and say, to no one in particular: THAT'S WAINSCOTTING! (OR IS IT WAINSCOATING? HOW DO YOU SAY IT?)

boyfriend laughs hysterically at my side. what the f*ck are you talking about, baby? she's asking where we want to sleep!

i reply, BABY, WAINSCOTTING IS THAT WOOD PANELING. WEREN'T YOU PAYING ATTENTION ON HG THIS MORNING? OH WAIT, YOU WERE ASLEEP DURING THAT PROGRAM.

a few minutes later, kate is taking a break from preparing the futon for us and is posing in various positions. I call them out:

NOW SHE'S FALLING IN THE WATER. NOW SOMEBODY PUSHED HER. NOW SHE'S HUMPING THE IMAGINARY SEAHORSE!

(yeah, i don't know where that imaginary seahorse came from either)