No Lohan

Saturday, March 3

I am kind of disgusted with my lack of productivity today.

I didn't leave my house, I didn't do homework, I didn't do anything exercise-related, I pretty much sat and slept and let my three million dogs out and in.

FG came over, though, bringing along a sassy new haircut and one Big Funny Kid. It was nice. I haven't seen either of them in what feels like forever. BFK had just come from a speech tournament in some sort of Children of the Corn town about an hour and a half away. We talked, we laughed, we ate. Some of us made inappropriate jokes. Such is life when these two come to visit.

I was so prepared for Saturday Night Live last night. I made my little bowl of ice cream and my little bit of chocolate sauce and sat down only ten minutes before it started. You have no idea how excited I was to see what they'd do with Lindsay Lohan as host. I turned all the ideas around in my mind until there were only two minutes left to wait.

And then...the power went out.

It wasn't just a blown fuse. All of the power on the whole block and the block north of ours went as well. I was not thrilled. I went to bed.

Some Saturdays don't go according to plan.