blowin' in the wind

we took flitty back to the airport last night, and it's once again officially just us at home. that may not sound all that unusual, except that scott's parents got into town two weeks ago yesterday, and with the exception of two nights, we've either been with his family at home or elsewhere, or sharing a hotel room with a friend ever since then. i almost don't know what to do with myself ... but then i formulated this lovely plan for this evening: 1) workout, 2) laundry, 3) tivo. doesn't it sound nice? three things that i haven't really gotten to do in the last two weeks - and since shows like glee and biggest loser have now started and are taking up valuable room on my tivo's harddrive, i feel it's only right.

also, last night we were discussing patrick swayze's death, and goo pondered who the other two celebrity deaths would be, since as we all know, celebrities die in threes. this morning, npr informed me that henry gibson and mary of peter, paul and mary are the other two. (p.s., i am a strong proponent of the oxford comma, and it kind of bugs me that peter, paul and mary don't use it in their name.)