Lower Your Expectations

Well, today is the hubby's big deadline at work. He was all suited up this morning.

We're hoping to have a nice, non-work-filled weekend. He wants to go to the movies and see The Avengers. I am up for that (Joss Whedon!) as long as he lowers his expectations. Every time we see a preview, and you know they've been playing on super repeat lately, I say, "And lower them just a pinch more, Honey!"

That way, he'll be at the needed level of expectation in order to enjoy himself. Because I have a sinking feeling about the movie that I can't quite shake.

I could, of course, be wrong (cough, cough, what? Me? For reals?). Surprised even. I can still be surprised.

Top surprises this week:

We might have a major home problem. Lovely. Only we could live in a brick house that possibly has termites. There's an important word in there and it's shockingly not the word "termites".

Store-bought rotisserie chicken made into sandwiches with sharp cheddar and soft wheat bread was better than anything else I could have cooked this week. Add some Fritos. One and done, my friends. Even complicated meals would not have been comparable. Eating alone + the perfect sandwich = as close to happy as one can get as a work widow.

Realizing you're laughing out loud while reading a book in an empty house has to be the definition of finding something really funny, and I've done it every night this week. Jenny Lawson's new book is so enjoyable that I just ordered one to be sent to my mother so that we could be reading the same book at the same time. Let's Pretend This Never Happened has been so fun to read, and I'm only halfway through. Bonus: it makes you appreciate your life and your childhood. Not an easy feat.

We'll see if the weekend brings more surprises!