Lazy Sundays + Valentine's Day

New layout for the big gushy romance-fest coming up next weekend! E and I went to a Monster Truck Rally last year for Valentine's Day, and it was pretty awesome. It was my first ever, and there was a heart drawn in the dirt in the arena before the show started, which was pretty hilarious. Also, there was a Kermit the Frog puppet on a remote controlled mini monster truck, which was pretty awesome as well. Click for larger images.

We haven't figured out a way to top it this year (and really, can it be done?!). We thought about going to a Harlem Globe Trotters game on the big VD (hehehehe), but Ticketmaster charges TEN DOLLARS PER TICKET in service charges, which changes worth-it-for-the-lols ticket prices into okay-so-not-worth-it ticket prices. So, we'll probably get some beer and play a few games of rummy or something, because our activities of choice seem to alternate between those meant for the very young and for the very old.

Following last weekend's ridiculousness, this weekend has been very quiet. We've cleaned, we've cooked, and we've watched not one, but TWO Netflix movies that have been sitting around for a while. I love Netflix -- since joining a year and a half ago, I've hawked it to everyone who mentions being interested and given gift subscriptions, etc. -- but they definitely know what they're doing. We have the 2-DVDs-at-a-time plan, which in theory should mean that at any given time there is at least one movie/TV show that we'd like to watch in our household, but there are still times when they just sit on our TV console, waiting to be watched for weeks on end. We had Letters from Iwo Jima for 3 1/2 months last spring before we finally just mailed it back and put it back on our queue. We try not to let it get that bad anymore.

And now it's Sunday and E and I both have some homework to get done, laundry to wash, and other little things to do around the apartment, but there is something about Sunday mornings that makes me not want to disturb the quiet, as if the day is in a little cocoon of sleepy a.m.'s and restful p.m.'s. That's our cat, Tessie, up there, and she's definitely got the right idea. But cats usually do, I've found.