Home is where...

...the cats and husband are.

I had a rough day at work today. A day that reminded me, harshly, that going to work on the weekend wouldn't kill me, would probably help me show true dedication to my career/ clients, and would certainly help me get my desk cleared off. A day where everyone else seemed to be moving at the speed of molasses, whereas I had to be in 3 different places at once. I lost my keys; snapped at interns; and unleashed the sailor-mouth in front of my boss' new assistant (I didn't know she was in the next room!). Top it off with the insane sinus pressure I've been battling all weekend and by 10 am I was pretty much ready to throw in the towel.

And my husband, forward thinker that he is, was home today. Jim and Joe came in for the first of their 6 (I think) Steelers home games and in preparation for the craziness Bri took today off weeks ago. So we won the game and the guys didn't get in until 2ish. And I was the only one awake at 7am.

When I leave work I'm the human equivalent of a rain cloud. I grow in irritation on the ride home (non-Pittsburghers should know better than to attempt the West End "Circle" at rush hour...feel the wrath of my puny little car horn, out-of-towner in the wrong lane!). But when I finally get in the door and see the whole family outside (the cats are in harnesses, but that's another story) chasing birds (Buca & Indy) and weather-proofing the cellar door (Bri), rain cloud Lauren melts away. The cats acted excited to see me (at least that's how I interpreted Indy's bolt for the door). I got a well deserved kiss from my hard-working husband and suddenly all was right with the world.

Zombieland

Lauren and I had a nice Saturday. We saw Zombieland with two of our friends. Now, it should be noted that Lauren has had at least two nightmares about zombies this week. I, on the other hand, have had a very aggravating and stressful past two days at work -- which tends to make for a fairly punchy and restless Brian on the weekend.

Zombieland was quite a good movie. It was not your usual serious/dramatic/horror movie. There was a lot of comedy and action. It's thoroughly entertaining and we BOTH highly recommend it. Lauren even wants to own it!

However, Lauren is also a bit freaked out. She has asked me repeatedly throughout this evening not to pretend to be a zombie. She has threatened me with hospitalization should I try to scare her or act like a zombie. I was also asked to go upstairs with her -- I'm sure as the zombie-protector -- because we all know I look like I'd be good in a fight against a normal person, let alone a zombie!

Anyhow, this not-pretending-to-be-a-zombie thing is getting harder and harder with each request. Not to mention when she asked me whether or not zombies existed. Needless to say, I'm going to burst if I don't get this all out, so this is for everyone out there, so:

"Brian, do zombies exist?"
No Lauren they don't exist, certainly not in our closet.
No Lauren they don't exist, certainly not in the basement.
No Lauren they don't exist, certainly not in the attic.
No Lauren they don't exist, and they certainly don't blend in with the crowd until you least expect---AAAAAAH!

So here I sit, laughing to myself and unable to explain why, and fighting the urge to give her the slightest step from Thriller...and I can't! Ah, the sacrifices we make for the ones we love...

...and she's the one who LIKES halloween....