I AM BACK HOME! Lisa picked me up at the airport with little Beauregard sleeping on her lap. I swear he grew since I saw him last week! Instead of going home, Lisa took me to the doctor. I have a sinus infection. The doctor prescribed an anitbiotic, told me I was underweight, and showed me the door. Lisa and I then went home to our parents. Mom loves playing with Beauregard and calls him her grandson. We hung around all evening, finally leaving around 9:00.

During the week, Lisa had some friends come over for dinner. The last time these friends came over, Lisa excused herself to get something in the next room and when she came back, she found our friends IN MY BEDROOM! As you all know I travel to Chicago weekly and so it is very difficult for me to keep my room spic and span. The door was closed because my room was a mess. Apparently our friends were so overcome by the mess (which really wasn’t that bad), they called my mother to tell her I was a pig. SO knowing they were coming over again, I instructed Lisa to lock my bedroom door. Although my door has a lock, it doesn’t have a key but I figured how difficult could it be to jimmy the lock? It took Lisa and me an hour to finally get the door open! Well, at least I didn’t have to worry about my mom hearing about my messiness.

The night before I talked to one of my eHarmony matches. The conversation flowed great until we got on the topic of the movie Trading Places which he had just seen a few days ago.
“I know that movie, Danny Ackroyd and Ed Murphy, right?”
“Yeah, and Jamie Lee Curtis”
“I don’t remember her in it.”
“Don’t remember? Oh my God, Trading Places is now my absolutely favorite Jamie Lee Curtis movie. She was freakin’ beautiful in it… She played a hooker!”
“Do you believe in an interventionist God?” This is typically the question I ask when I desperately want to change conversation topics.

I am praying that this conversation does not foretell of future issues, i.e. he patronizes hookers or that he is a latent homosexual since he apparently favors angular women who sport butch haircuts. I refuse to fret over this, perhaps it means nothing at all.