Just a quick update. Our Daddy Day on Columbus Day went well, and Beverly Hills Chihuahua was not as bad as it might have been. In the relatively limited genre of talking dog movies, I enjoyed it rather more than I did Underdog, for example, but those of you without kids probably will not find it necessary to see it, though as Sarah pointed out to me beforehand, Beverly Hills Chihuahua was the number one movie in America the past two weekends. This is either because 1) the economic meltdown makes everyone want to see talking chihuahuas who can fight off Dobermans and Mountain Lions; 2) has melted all our brains or 3) means only our kids can choose the movies.
Not too much else to report from the week. A new couch for the family room arrives tomorrow, and we're going to have to buy a new washer this weekend due to a distinct burning-electrical-wire smell on ours last night. Oh, why not. It's not like we have much left in the retirement accounts.
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