Sometimes I think of things I want to write about, like funny little dialogue exchanges between the husband and me. But then I always forget exactly what we said later.
Like a couple weeks ago, we were talking about some topic that I can no longer remember and I said, “It’s just like that time on Veronica Mars when…” (I can’t remember what I said after this! My memory is terrible!)
The husband looked at me and said, “Do you have to equate every moment of your life with a TV show?”
No, but come on, it’s Veronica Mars, only the greatest show ever made. Well, the greatest show ever made since Joan of Arcadia. Maybe I’m not going around solving mysteries (other than the mystery of why my clothes keep getting tighter around my waist), but any time I can make a connection between my boring self and Veronica’s awesomeness makes me feel cool by association.