This past week was Spring Break, here in the land of Start School Halfway Through The Summer And Then Finish When Everyone Else Still Has A Month To Go, and that of course meant that the kids went off to visit their dad while Otto and I spent the week in Bacchanalian revelry and various states of undress.
That’s a total lie, of course. The closest we got to a bacchanal was a little wine-and-cheese gathering we had for some colleagues, wherein I tried my hand at a baked Brie thing with candied walnuts and we all ended up face-down in the cheese plate. (Also: When the kids called the next night and asked about it, we told them we ate slices of Muenster and whined about them for hours on end.)
The “various states of undress” part is true, though, if you count “putting on our pajamas and sitting on the couch to watch hours of television,” because sometimes I would, you know, take my socks off during that. Wooooo!
It was last week that we discovered our DVR had a nervous breakdown. Poor thing. I probably should’ve given it some of that Brie.
For the past… ummm… bunch of months, Otto and I have been working our way through the complete set of West Wing DVDs, on account of I was raised in a cave by wolves and I had never once seen the show before. Upon learning this, Otto decided we needed to either immediately divorce or watch the entire series, so we watched 154 hours of episodes, accordingly.
It was really good. I wonder why I never watched it the first time? Oh, right—no cable in the wolf cave. ANYWAY, we have watched nothing else for the duration of our DVD-fest, which meant that our DVR was loaded up with all of the shows we typically watch when not conquering seven seasons of a defunct series.
First we went through all of the episodes of House we’d missed. [I particularly enjoyed the one where they were trying to diagnose the blogger who was constantly reaching for her laptop to ask her commenters for their advice. That’s TOTALLY realistic. I mean, the last time I had to decide between a pig heart valve and a plastic one, I totally disregarded my significant other and polled my readers. FROM MY HOSPITAL BED. Way to nail the reality of a blogger’s life, writing team! If only you could’ve also made her ugly, and her boyfriend fat, and given her a couple of kids to ignore, you would’ve nailed it!] And then we tried to watch The Office.
At that point, we discovered that we had a problem. Our DVR can record two things at once. Normally we record both The Office and Gray’s Anatomy (which has totally jumped the shark, but I just cannot quit it for some reason), which are on at the same time, and all is well. BUT at some point someone (not naming any names) (it rhymes with blotto, though) decided it would be HIGHLY ENTERTAINING to record every new episode of CSI that comes on. You know, EVERY CSI. The original CSI! CSI: Miami! CSI: New York! And of course, CSI: Boise. (Just making sure you’re still paying attention.)
One of those (I forget which one, now) is on on Thursday nights… the same time as The Office and Gray’s Anatomy. So we ended up missing weeks and weeks of The Office. [Insert anguished cries of “WHY, GOD, WHY??” here.]
Except, it turns out that actually our DVR DID record The Office… it just claimed that it was CSI. Because we went to watch whichever CSI it was and found a bunch of half-hour-long segments that were actually The Office. Confusing, particularly when sockless. But whatever. It all worked out. Hey, did you know that Jim and Pam had a baby? They did! (Okay, I admit it. I still live in a cave.)
Other crazy things we did this week while child-free:
* Ate a lot of spicy food. Sometimes we ate it ON THE COUCH.
* Slept in until 7:00 on a regular basis. Like rebels.
* Spent a day in Atlanta stocking up on food and particle board.
* Went to a new bank to open new accounts as part of our new commitment to financial planning (motto for 2010: Bite Us, Recession), and I tried to make a joke and instead completely insulted the nice banker we were working with. So that was… par for the course.
* Had the dog clipped in preparation for Spring. She’s half the dog she used to be!
* Engaged in a cleaning/decluttering jag that I’m pretty sure warmed the cockles of Otto’s organized little heart. (I am JUST THAT MOTIVATED, by the way. It has absolutely nothing at all to do with our next challenge at Five Full Plates, nope.)
* Changed the clocks. Um, changed most of the clocks. Dammit.
* Talked about all of the things we meant to get done over Spring Break which we neglected to actually accomplish.
* Talked about taking an actual vacation next year over Spring Break, just like we talked about it last year and the year before. It’s fun to talk about, I guess.
Boy, the kids sure missed out. To make it up to them, I’m taking Chickadee for some dental surgery this afternoon. Because really, why should Otto and I get to have all the fun?