Cold with like colors

I don't really have that much to write about, but there's laundry. A big stinky pile of it.

So here are five observations for a Sunday that will help me postpone the inevitable Doing of the Laundry:

1. I ordered a bottle of wine last night. For just myself.
Last night, after sharing a delicious bottle of red wine at our house with Brent and Jen, we cruised over to the neighborhood bar and grill to eat, drink, and watch Brent's co-worker's bluegrass band perform. Okay, and we were merry, too. I know you didn't want me to leave that one hanging out there. So they had this special: two dollars off any bottle of wine. And after drinking the yummy bottle at our house, I was in a wine kind of mood. So during the cocktail ordering time, after Jen asked for a dirty martini and Ben and Brent each ordered beers, I pointed to an Australian cabernet on the wine list and said "I'll have a bottle of this."

The look on our server's face was absolutely priceless, and Ben did one of those motorboat splort laughs when I said it. I've just always wanted to order a whole bottle of wine for a cocktail. Mission accomplished. And it lived up to my expectations.

And no, I did not end up drinking it all by myself. I made her bring four glasses, and the sucker was polished off even before I got my fish tacos. Fish tacos and cabernet. And bluegrass. Good times.

2. It's not so much the laundry I hate. It's the folding and putting away part that really annoys me.
I mean pairing up socks? That sucks.

3. I am the awesomest NCAA pool participant EVAH. Evah!
Um, not to gloat, but I did pick LSU in the Final Four. Yep, I did. Sixteen points for me. You see, I actually had a tip before the tournament started that Big Baby Glen Davis had tapeworms in his belly. So, is that technically considered cheating?

4. Billy Blanks is an evil, evil man.
I said he was ugly, too, but my husband insists he just "looks bad on packaging."

So I started doing Billy's Boot Camp (my husband's purchase, not mine) to try and get in shape. Boy, am I out of shape. I mean seriously. But first of all, I feel like a gigantic stooge bouncing around in our family room punching invisible boxing bags and would die of embarrassment if anyone ever actually watched me do it. And second of all, that tape comes to kick your pants. I mean, it hates your mom AND your grandma. The ab exercises will blow your mind. And the only thing that really keeps me going through the workout is yelling sadistic things at Billy while he's, for example, making me hold my leg up in the air over my head for 24 counts longer than he said we were going to. And yes, I have actually fallen down while doing this. Boy, I love working out.

5. If your name is Richard and your last name starts with "Bals," should you really go by "Dick?"
I think not.

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

My favorite part of the movie Office Space (well, okay, I love almost every part of the movie Office Space, but work with me here) might be when our loveable protagonist Peter Gibbons starts "being real flaky" at work and shoves, triumphantly, the wall of his cubicle to the floor to reveal the large window it has been hiding. Then, of course, he eats Cheetos and plays Tetris at his desk. What's not to love about that? But I digress.

There's just something about falling section of "systems furniture" that makes he heart go yippy. I hate hate hate cubicles and have tried to avoid working in places that have them, so I am glad to see today that even the guy who invented them feels inordinate compunction about having inflicted this ugly, creativity-stifling torture on the world.

Dilbert would be proud of Bobby Propst.