I am a modern, tech-savvy woman.

Got myself a fancy MP3 player this week. It’s not an ipod, but it does everything an ipod does, for half the cost. I may be modern and tech-savvy, but I am also thrifty.

So I’ve been listening to Kevin Smith and Scott Mosier’s podcast (SModcast) in anticipation of going to see my 3rd husband give a talk in Akron next week. It’s basically two guys sitting around talking about ridiculous hypothetical situations (how much Mosier would need to get paid to have his dog sit around in a gay bar; who they would have on as guests if they were going to have guests, except that they’re not – this one included Kevin doing a spot-on Alan Rickman impersonation, which is something I’d wager you don’t hear every day) and cursing a lot. It’s quite entertaining, although honestly, it could just as easily be me and McG and The Man sitting around talking (except I’d like to think that we three sound much more intelligent). But, in the absence of face time* with McG and The Man, this will do.

*Did I just use that phrase? Please help me.


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Recently Overheard in the Handbasket Household:


The Baby: (puts on sunglasses) I a princess.

(gives them to daddy) Daddy put on.

The Man: Oh, am I a princess too?

The Baby: No, Daddy a boy.

The Man: What am I then?

The Baby: You emperor.


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So the girly day of nails and antiques was a success. My nails still look pretty good although the hangnails are starting to reassert their dominance over the landscape. I can see how the whole manicure business could become addicting. My hands really feel better. So it’s not so much a vanity thing. Turns out there’s really something to it.

Who knew?

Plus we had fun trying on hats at the antique mall. There were a couple that I very nearly bought, but really, where am I going to wear a raspberry-colored hat with a huge feather?

Still, I looked awesome.

One day I will be one of those people who wears old hats, but this was not the time for me to start my collection.

The Man tried to start my collection for me a few years ago by going back to a store to get an old hat that I’d tried on and loved. He drove 30 miles in a blizzard, only to be told that some lady who does costumes for some theater company had just come through and bought up all their old hats, The One That Should Have Been Mine included.

Poor The Man not only didn’t have a birthday present for me, but he had to drive back home in the blizzard.

So I guess that’s another reason why I didn’t feel right buying any hats. After that disappointing experience, which still haunts him to this day, I couldn’t possibly emasculate him even more by going and getting my own hat without him. It would only remind him of his own inability to provide for his wife.

It’s true. These are the kinds of issues to which he and I subject one other.


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Reading:
Tokyo's Robin Hood - KBL
Page 69/346

Hearing:
Humming electronic devices

Playing:
Vivaldi on the Mandolin
Not much else lately

Needing:
To get back to work

In My Car:
SModcast
The Shipping News - E. Annie Proulx