Today actually feels pretty good for a Monday. Except for the fact that I was dreaming about being a Crime Scene Investigator all night long. Probably has something to do with my newfound addiction to Law and Order: SVU reruns.

MrZoot reached television euphoria this weekend when he realize our TiVo record BOTH PARTS of the 2 part series of MacGyver when you find out his first name (Angus). We were watching the second part last night and I just wanted to go to sleep and MrZ actually made me feel GUILTY for not wanting to watch the FULL thing to find out MacGyver’s first name. He was so apalled that I actually CONSIDERED missing such an event. I’m such a bad wife.

Of course, my excuse was that my sexual drive was being stimulated too much by MacGyver’s mad mullet, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I mean, even Morgana (yes, THAT Morgana. She was on the episode, don’t ask) thought he was hot.

MrZoot replied, “Understandable. Few women can resist THAT mullet.”

I’ve been working this morning (No heavy lifting, I SWEAR) and the entire time I’ve been sorting between Yard Sale, and Moving, I keep writing things down on my mental list of “Things to Ask My Mom To Do For Me While She’s Visiting in June.”

Should I feel guilty for that? More importantly - will she suddenly decide she’s “too busy” to come once she reads this entry? Or even MORE importantly - how long will it take her to make me eight 6ft curtain panels for my living room? Especially if you consider she’ll be painting the baby’s room at the same time?

(Just kidding, Mom. Kinda.)

Do you know what I just thought about? Canteloupe. And how it could be heard as “Can’t Elope”, and THEN I started thinking about the “funny” sentences I could make with that idea, and I came up with this:

“Honey, do you know we can’t elope?”

GET IT? Here…this will help…

“Honeydew you know we canteloupe?”

HI-LAR-EEEEE-OUS. Seriously. I’m so freakin’ hysterical I can’t even stand it sometimes. Aren’t I funny? Come on…you KNOW you’re cracking up over that! Aren’t you?

I think I need a nap.

For the first time EVER - I think the questions Jeff asked at tribal council actually influenced the outcome. I do NOT believe Janu would have quit had Jeff not probed Stephenie like he did. I believe she would have HOPED to go home…but would not have quit. Stephenie did her part too - guilting Janu - but I think had the questions stopped before the “Janu doesn’t give a shit” part of tribal council? Stephenie would be gone.

All of that said? I’m SO GLAD SHE’S NOT! Did you see her during that reward challenge? First to the beach EVERY time! She’s truly amazing and if Joyce and UChenna wont marry me? I hope she will.

Back from the doctor! The did another ultrasound and we were looking at the baby from above and he was, no lie, using my uterine wall as a punching bag. He was in a boxing stance and jabbing …right …left …right …left. It was HYSTERICAL. I got to giggling so hard that the ultrasound tech was having difficulties. I kept saying “I’m sorry…” but as you know when you get the giggles, trying to laugh makes things TEN TIMES WORSE. Especially when you redirect your focus to your husband who is laughing just as hard.

I calmed down, eventually, and she couldn’t find the clot at all. It looks as though it has been completely absorbed! Good news! He still wants me taking it easy and he wants to see me back again in two weeks. Maybe next time? The kid will have moved up a notch to kick-boxing. Or even some form of martial arts. We’ll see.