So here's the deal. I left my house yesterday in a bad mood, and made the ill-advised decision to go into the city. Walking around Manhattan generally already has the side-effect of making one's mood worse, not better, especially on the weekend. I tend to think that I'm going to be the only person with the crazy idea of running errands on a Saturday afternoon, and then I find out that everyone else thought the same thing -- so instead of a leisurely stroll alone, I'm forced to negotiate crowds of people including a crazy woman who is apparently trying to teach her dog French ("Bijou! Bijou! Silence! Allez! Good dog.") and like twenty couples who all want to make out where I'm trying to walk. Still, I was there and figured I should get some stuff done, but instead of buying the workout shoes I meant to buy, I bought a peacoat I didn't really need and then I went to Circuit City and I promise I only meant to stand near the TVs for just a second, I really did, just a second and then I'd leave, but then all of a sudden I found myself swiping a credit card and buying a television that I didn't think I needed but then after I got it home and set it up I realized that, in fact, I really really did need it after all.
But then it meant that Brigid and I were sitting in our apartment staring at this huge, bautiful, gorgeous screen in a stupor instead of doing anything productive. Sunday morning was like, Hey let's watch this thing! What about DVDs? What about that channel? Do we have HD channels yet? Video games? Yaaay! So seriously it's kind of a miracle that we left the house at all today. We made a shopping list:
trash can
wire connectors
kitty litter
machine screws
Whitestrips
Brigid bought the wire connectors and the machine screws, but we didn't buy a trash can or kitty litter. And I still didn't buy workout shoes. But we *did* go to the drugstore, and rather than buying lame-ass Whitestrips that go like twice a day for 7 or 14 days ('cause serious, nuts to that), we got the 2-hour Rembrandt thing, and while I understand it might not be as effective as a full two-week course, I'm all about getting it done and over with in 2 hours. Otherwise, you know that Day 3 would be me saying, "Umm...no, I don't feel like going home right now just to bleach my stupid teeth," and then I'd fall off the bleaching wagon and everyone would cry. The extra benefit of going over all of these options is that we found the Rembrandt toothpaste, which comes in two taste-tingling flavors:
Yes, that's right. Two flavors. Mint, and new Intense Stain. Mmmm, yummy! At least, as long as they're going to make a new Stain flavor, they go whole-hog and make it really, really Intense. Yurrm.
Also I'm happy to announce that over the course of a viewing of Battlestar Galactica's "Razor," Brigid and I whitened our teeth by several shades. Please don your sunglasses before approaching. Thank you.