Her Majesty’s a very nice girl, but she changes from day to day…

The title of this post is taken from a movie that is perhaps the Velveeta of cheesy movies. Guess what? I laughed, I cried, I pretended to be above it, but I’m still referencing the flick a decade later. The movie was as predictable as its title (“The Story of Us”) . It stars Michelle Pfieffer and Bruce Willis; they get divorced and life becomes maudlin and hopeless, etc. One of their couply injokes? They play [daily] a game called “high/low” where they pinpoint the highs and lows in the day’s happenings.

I’m not going to do that, really, but I am going to say that a few things happened today and then there were a few things that didn’t happen. Judge for yourself, ye reader.

Things that happened:

• I spent hours planting this blog. Now hopefully I can keep it alive (unlike actual plants which have had the misfortune of falling into my care–alas, I used to keep a plant graveyard in my backyard).

• I ate cheap vanilla ice cream mixed with expensive gourmet hot chocolate powder, and it was tres yum.

• I worried about bouncing checks.

• I surf-shopped the web for cute yet cheap shoes for my wee one.

• I read a hilarious-despite-its-frightening-honesty quiz about Giuliani in the latest New Yorker.

• I cursed CBS for replacing The Amazing Race with the Survivor finale tonight, leaving me to eagerly await next week’s Amazing Race installment whereupon my favorite racers, the Goth couple,apparently will start to bicker. I don’t believe it.

• I spoke to my mother who pointed out for the millionth time that my student loans were a waste and my education worth only as much as the job I gleaned from it. (ergo: “that and two dollars will buy you a cup of coffee,” although I generally don’t drink two dollar coffee as I prefer of course the very expensive coffee.)

Things that did not happen:

• I did not do the half-dozen loads of laundry I could have done. This was only partially due to a lack of motivation. It was mostly due to a lack of detergent, and the unwillingness to pilfer detergent from my landlord, even though she probably wouldn’t mind.

• Dishwashing definitely did not happen. Is it strange that I have a paranoia of washing dishes with a dubious smelling sponge?

• Though a friend called to invite me to work out with her at the Princeton Club, even extolling its free child care as a way to suck me in, I prefer sucking myself in. Skipped the gym. Will join the masses who join gyms at the New Year. Yes, I will this year, I promise.

• My ex-husband didn’t call me back, leaving all 4 messages I left him this weekend unanswered. That’s ok, I’m just raising our child completely alone over here in the Midwest while he “lives his dream” in California. I can understand that he might not have the time to return a call.

• I failed to hit the sack before midnight. Insomnia’s a hard habit to kick.

This blog should be interesting.

See how tired I am? I could only muster up an “interesting.” Stay tuned, folks.