Haven’t seen this in what seems like a million years. There was a lot in the movie I couldn’t remember, but I don’t think it was just because of the ECT. It’s one of my favorite movies, so I’m not even going to review it.

The important thing is that I believe tonight (Saturday night) was the first time we’ve had guests at this apartment. My teammate Kristina, who Brian and I have now nicknamed “Hermione,” came over and we ordered in and watched HP. She drove in from the suburbs in snowy weather, which was really cool. Luckily, it stopped by the time she left, but if it hadn’t, of course she was welcome to spend the night.

We all realized — or rather, remembered — how Quidditch is similar to hockey, with the exception of the Seeker position. Kristina’s a Chaser and I, of course, am the Keeper.

Brian and I do need to socialize more, and it was nice to have someone over instead of always going to other people’s houses. The three of us agreed to watch the rest of the HP DVDs in the future, and maybe we ought to invite the Beaters and other Chasers on our team, too. :d

i don’t know why it even occurred to me to do this, but i was curious about the exfoliating properties of my husband’s whiskers. so, the other night i asked him to scrape a healthy dose of his 5 o’clock shadow against my cheek.

after the initial burning sensation, my face itched a lot. when i looked in the mirror, i saw that teeny, little hives had broken out on my cheek! fortunately, a cold pack and some Benadryl took care of that.

i noticed that he shaved the next morning, which he doesn’t usually do on the weekends. still, Brian and i have been together for over 6 years. wouldn’t i have known earlier on that i’m allergic to my own husband?

today’s episode of CSI: Cat Scene Investigation involved a curly ribbon from the gift bag Mom and Dad brought during their visit this past weekend.

i exited the bedroom and was southbound in the hallway when i noticed the 4 suspects tailing me because they hadn’t had breakfast. then i saw the evidence at my bare feet: a dark red curly ribbon in a pool of saliva. i headed west towards the kitchen to get paper towels to collect it. i nearly stepped in more evidence.

although i have 4 leads, i don’t know which one is the perpetrator. i witnessed one of them chewing on the ribbon last night, but can’t remember who. it doesn’t matter who did it because ingesting ribbon is dangerous to their health. the bag, curly ribbon and all, is now secure in the front closet.

case closed.

update, 4:54pm: case re-opened. a witness has come forward and claims it was Basil. case closed.

Brian and i finally completed an entire Galactic Conquest in Battlefront II. i have 3 things to say:

1. the sniper-class soldiers can only crouch, not lie completely on the ground, which they can do in Battlefront. it totally sucks. i mean, how’re you supposed to snipe effectively? duh.
2. successfully defending one of your planets or, in this particular case since we played as the Rebellion, taking over planets under Imperial control, are nowhere near as satisfying as doing so in Battlefront, particularly if you play as the Empire. (though we haven’t completed a Galactic Conquest as Imperials, we may have played a battle or 2 as stormtroopers.)
3. omg. if you have horrible allergies, like i do, battles on the planet Felucia are horrid. it’s an overgrown botanic garden. not only that, there’s pollen flying everwhere, not unlike the dandelion pollen that’s going to start floating around Chicago in the near future. i swear, when we play on that planet my eyes and nose start itch to and i get all sniffly.

we’ve just started another Galactic Conquest as Clone Troopers. we’ll see how that goes.

Cat Scene Investigation is a popular game in our household, even though Brian and I are unwilling participants. The rules are simple: the cats do something, and we have to figure out whose it is, what it is, and/or where it occurred.

Whose Puke Is It is easy to solve. The puke belongs to whoever isn’t sniffing or eating it. Sometimes, the perpetrator gives him/herself away by trying to bury the evidence.

What Is It goes hand in hand with Whose Puke Is It. It’s important to know what your cats are coughing up as an indication of their health. Most of the time it’s only a hairball or scarf and barf (from eating kibbles too fast).

Where Is It is like this: when Brian and I are still asleep and the cats want their breakfast, Hopper or Basil will deliberately start coughing in an effort to make us get up. On occasion, they cough up for real — the splatter against a wood floor seems to echo in the early morning hours. Then, it’s time to look for the evidence and hope you don’t step in it.

An even worse variation of Where Is It is when Hopper shits out of the box. Trace evidence is easiest to find when it’s still fresh because the odor hits you so hard it’s like walking into a wall. However, there have been times when the crime was perpetrated long before it was detected and the only lead you have is a faint odor coming from…somewhere, and not from the location of the litter boxes. This is the worst. One time, I could smell the scent all day, but no matter how hard or where I looked, I couldn’t find it. You can read the case file here. Since Hopper is the only one who does that, at least we’re spared from having to play Whose Poop Is It.

The evidence never lies.