Today’s entry is going to be a bit abbreviated.
I’m a bit tired as we had my family over for a pre-Chanukkah dinner.
When you get a visit from two parents, a sister, a brother-in-law, and two very active nephews, combined with a few bagloads of toys and presents, you’ve got barely contained chaos.
Thanks to a delicious chicken parm dinner prepared by Mrs. Cutter and some cookies from her work cookie exchange, I’m feeling quite full as well.
So today’s post isn’t going to be too mind-blowing. Instead, I’ll just talk about Mrs. Cutter.
If anyone is unsure about whether or not to get married, I full encourage you to do it. Why? Because you sometimes get to have fun conversations like this:
We were watching Modern Family on DVD.
Side note: After years of complaining that Ed O’Neill couldn’t get another job, he finally gets a new show, and I didn’t watch it.
I felt kind of guilty about this, so I just got the first disc on Netflix. We’ve only watched a few episodes, but so far, I’m a fan.
Anyway, as we’re watching an episode, Mrs. Cutter says to me: “Lindsay Lohan looks horrible.”
“I’m looking at her pictures. She looks horrible.”
“The ones in Playboy?”
“Wait, so when we watch TV, you look at porn?”
Apparently, this was only a one time thing done out of curiosity. But from now on, I’m going to be a little more interested in what she’s doing on the iPad. Is she playing a game of Smurfs Village, or scouring the net for some hot porn?
For the record, I thought the Lohan pictures looked decent. Nothing amazing, but certainly not a trainwreck. She did a Marilyn Monroe tribute if you’re into that sort of thing.
The fact that Mrs. Cutter checks out the latest Playboy spreads didn’t surprise me as much as the conversation we had a couple of weeks ago.
She recommended I put a passcode on my iPhone. She offered to put one on for me, and I jokingly said that maybe I didn’t want her to know my passcode.
As a good faith gesture, she told me her passcode. Upon hearing it, I tried to figure out the significance of the four-digit number. I thought about it for a few seconds, but couldn’t place it.
Mrs. Cutter finally revealed that it was her high school locker combination.
This is the same woman who can’t remember the plot line of a TV show we just watched. This is the same woman who can’t remember that I’m going to be going out on a Thursday night, even though I’ve told her three times.
Yet, she still remembers her high school locker combination. I think I forgot my locker combination five minutes after school ended.
So yeah, marriage can be full of surprises sometimes.