WARNING: This might be a boring post for you to read... But, I had to remember the fun times I had with my husband on the couch last night...
I don't think I've ever watched the Oscars all the way through. Actually, I've probably never watched the Oscars for even thirty minutes straight. We've never really watched a lot of TV on Sundays, so that might have something to do with it, and I've just never really cared. And, if I don't care, John really, really could care less. But, when I joined John on the couch last night He was watching the hosts, and they were being pretty entertaining so his button stayed off the channel up button on the remote for a few minutes.
Want to feel like you were there with us on our leather couch watching the Oscars? Probably not, but you can join us anyway.
John & Holly: (Listening to Steve Martin & Alec Baldwin) Chuckle, chuckle. Hardy Har Har.
A Coke commercial comes on, and all of a sudden I'm craving Dr. Pepper. The craving settled in, and I had to do something about it. So, I called my neighbor, she always has Dr. Pepper. Guess what? Not last night. She quit drinking soda (what? last week?). So, her house was Dr. Pepper free. Good for her - bad for my craving. She was so nice she even offered to go get me some. I declined, and said it would be better for me to drink water anyway. I had lemonade instead. Lemonade has water in it, so still healthy, right? Back to the couch with John.
John & Holly: (Listening to Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin) Chuckle, chuckle, laugh laugh
Phone rings. It's my older sister. Talked about plans for the week. Get off the phone, discuss discussed plans with husband.
John & Holly: Chuckle, chuckle. Hardy Har.
Phone rings again. It's one of my brothers. Talked about plans for Christmas and other family matters. Tune back in to the TV, John's watching something about the Civil War on PBS.
Holly: Is there anything else on?
John: Just, as Simon would say, a high form of self indulgence.
Holly: What do you mean by that?
John: How many awards shows do actors need?
Holly: How many awards ceremonies do you think athletes go to? Should actors not be recognized for their talents, just like athletes are?
John: Are you ready to go to bed?
Holly: No, I'm not even tired.
A little while later
Holly: My hip hurts. Switch. (A regular occurrence on TV watching nights. I have to lie down to let my belly rest, but eventually the hip I'm lying on ends up hurting and I have to switch sides on the couch with John so I can lay on my other hip. Lie, lay, whatever.)
A little while later
John: Are you ready to go to bed?
Holly: No.
A little while later
Holly: (rubbing John's head) Did you buy new shampoo?
John: No, I've been using some of yours because you don't like the kind I buy. (I don't)
Holly: I can tell a difference, your hair is very soft.
A little while later John starts to snore. A little while later John wakes up.
John: What is she wearing??
John: Are you ready to go to bed?
Holly: Not really. But my back hurts, so you can rub it...
A little while later
Holly: How come you stopped rubbing my back?
John: I'm uncomfortable.
Holly: YOU'RE uncomfortable??A little while later
John: Are you ready to go to bed?
Holly: Almost.
A little while later
Holly: I wonder what movies Barbara Streisand won an Oscar for?
John: Probably Funny Face.
Holly: You mean Funny Girl?
John: (Laughing)
Holly: (Laughing)
Holly. Funny Face sounds like a character on Batman.
John: (More laughing)
After the first woman director won and was walking off of the stage, they played a certain song in the background...
Holly: John, name that tune.
John: I Am Woman.
Holly: What? Honey, I'm so impressed!
(Growing up my dad had a Helen Reddy tape or record or something that I would listen to, and I loved. A few years back I found one of her CD's at a store and bought it and tortured John while playing it in the car, and he remembered...)
Holly: Okay, Honey let's go to bed. (For the record, he could have gotten off the couch any time he wanted to go to bed, and it would have been fine.)
I get up, go to the bathroom, take my pre-natal vitamins and am ready to head upstairs for bed. At the same time, John walks into the kitchen opens the dishwasher, and begins to unload it.
Holly: What are you doing?? For the past three hours I have had to listen to you tell me you are ready to go to bed, and now you're unloading the dishwasher when I'm ready to go to bed?
John: I just got my second wind.
(Have I ever told you I married my mother? You would think that would be a good thing, right? But, I married the quirky parts of my mother. My mom would say to my dad, "Let's go to bed." Then she would vacuum, or do more dishes... He would always be in bed before her, even though she was the one wanting him to go to bed. Years ago, when I figured out that I married the quirky parts of my mother in John, I just had to laugh.)
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