In conclusion, I really ought to write about stuff when I think of it.

Because I had about eight billion things I was going to blog about last night, but I opted to go to bed instead. I can't really be blamed, as it was Will's first night home and I wanted to snuggle. But now I forget everything I was going to say. I guess I will just have to wing it.

• Cassie and I were going to have a Cary Grant marathon. We watched His Girl Friday, which I somehow had managed to never see previously, and The Philadelphia Story, which is still terrific. Then I was pretty sleepy, so we watched the first episode of Joan of Arcadia, figuring that 44 minutes was about all I could stay up for. That was at about 10:30. At 1:30, we went to bed. That show is great! We watched several more episodes in the morning. I think seven in total. I just love that Joan is constantly listening to music with headphones, because it reminds me of "Bigmouth Strikes Again" by the Smiths.
  

  And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
  Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
  As the flames rose to her Roman nose
  And her walkman started to melt...

  
  
• When I got home, I immediately got angry. I had a sign up next to my door, by the bell, which is broken and has been forever. The sign read "Bell out of order, please knock." It's from The Wizard of Oz. It was necessary because when we get deliveries, they'd press the button and never notice that there was no accompanying bell. Someone took it down/stole it. I doubt it was the management, because it's been there for 6 months and I'm pretty sure they'd have asked me to remove it if they had some big problem with it. Plus, it happened on either Saturday or Sunday. So I am composing a letter to my neighbors in my head. It begins,

  Dear Cowardly Neighbor,
  
  Though your heart is made of tin and your brains of straw, I'd have expected enough decency from you to at least leave my shit alone.
  
  I'll get you, my pretty.

  
  It's still in draft form, obviously.
  
  
• Dodgeball is as great as I'd hoped it would be, and then some. Seriously, I started laughing about 2 seconds in (the opening montage is killer if you find people getting hurt amusing), and at points I was laughing so hard I cried. I told Will it was the funniest movie I'd ever seen, but he reminded me of BASEketball. Well, anyway, Dodgeball is sure to reach a wider audience. Apparently some people weren't amused by BASEketball. Weirdos.
  
  
• I have a little bit of a dilemma. It seems that Will's mother was this close to using a picture taken at Thanksgiving (of Will's parents, Will and I, and Will's sister, Sarah, and her boyfriend) for their Christmas card. They want to do so next year. Sarah said that they couldn't use a picture of Jason because she isn't married to him. Will says that he tried to object to he and I being on their Christmas card as well, and met, um, resistance from his mother and his usually reasonable aunt.
  
  How can I put this? I WILL NOT BE ON THEIR FUCKING CHRISTMAS CARD AND NEITHER WILL MY HUSBAND IF THEY KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR THEM. So how do I approach them on this subject? Clearly it isn't necessary to do so immediately - I think that after the wedding would be just fine. Also perfectly clear is the need to be a bit more, er, delicate about it. It's very simple to me - I have not joined their family. Will and I have created a new family, and the families that we came from, while still part of our lives, are not the families that we belong to.
  
  Is it still acceptable (er, as much as it ever was) for Sicilians to whack people and leave things like horses' heads in their beds? 'Cause I could probably do something like that if I had to.
  
  
• Tonight on Everwood, there will be sex. Am I the only one slightly grossed out by this? I have no good reason for it.