I don't really know what I am musing on these days. It's more like an irregular stream of consciousness thing...it seems to be working.


May 2008
April 2008
March 2008
February 2008
January 2008
December 2007
November 2007
October 2007
September 2007
August 2007
July 2007
June 2007
May 2007
April 2007
March 2007
February 2007
January 2007
December 2006
November 2006
October 2006
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006
May 2006
April 2006
March 2006
February 2006
January 2006
December 2005
November 2005
October 2005
September 2005
August 2005
July 2005
June 2005
May 2005
April 2005
March 2005
February 2005
January 2005
December 2004
October 2004
September 2004
August 2004
July 2004
June 2004
May 2004
April 2004
March 2004
February 2004
January 2004
December 2003
November 2003
September 2003
August 2003
July 2003
June 2003
May 2003
April 2003
March 2003
February 2003
January 2003
December 2002
November 2002
October 2002
September 2002
August 2002
July 2002

-- HOME --

-- RSS 1.0 --

Powered by Movable Type
« Bean's First Spookfest | Main | Camp Kennedy »

w November 06, 2002

Apu, the Fountain of Wisdom

I don't know about y'all, but we are big Simpsons fans in this house. Well, I am, at least. We are also the proud (and grateful) owners of a DirectTV/Replay setup, so I get a LOT of Simpsons reruns...just watched the one where Apu the Kwiki-Mart owner and his wife Manjula have octuplets, and there is a quote that I think will make all parents either laugh until they are ill or cry until they have no more tear ducts. Picture this: Apu is trying to soothe 8 howling babies. Next scene, Apu is slumped over with babies draped over him, all snoring soundly. Manjula comes in, shakes him awake and says "It's 4 am! You're late for work!". And he utters the most relevant, accurate, and hilarious statement ever made about the early days of parenthood.

"I had the most beautiful dream that I had died..."

I pretty much fell off the couch in hysterics, remembering my own exchange with my husband about five weeks after Bean was born. Typical middle of the night howlfest, and my husband was heading upstairs to get more diapers or something. As he left, he turned to me and said, "Well, look at it as though it were combat". Without even thinking, I blurted out "Yeah, but at least in combat I'd have the option of dying".

Life imitates Art...

by at November 06, 2002 10:20 PM | TrackBack Comments
Post a comment

Email Address:



Remember info?