I am feeling particularly moody this evening and since I have no plans I thought it would be the perfect evening to plant myself on the couch and watch Sense & Sensibility. It’s one of my favorite movies, very well acted and beautifully done, and when I am in moods like this I really enjoy being able to escape into Jane Austen’s world for a few hours. I also enjoy triumphing with Elinor and muttering curses at Marianne because she so does not deserve Col. Brandon, who I am actually in love with, and plan to marry. So there.

Anyway. I was going to watch my movie, but I couldn’t find the case, which is weird because we only keep DVDs in two places: in my closet or on the entertainment center. It took me ten minutes to find it stashed between The Secret Garden and To Kill A Mockingbird on my bookshelf of favorites. No matter, I thought. I found it and now I can watch. I turned on all of the electronic stuff, explained to Maggie that we were going to watch a chick flik together, squatted down, opened the case and found no disc inside it.

I have looked everywhere I can think of. I’ve opened half of the cases in my closet and it’s not in any of them. I have spent over an HOUR searching for my movie and I still don’t get to watch it. Instead, I am listing to Maggie growl at me and Jonas whine because I refused to let him nap past four o’clock. It’s just not right.

I am sure this is Chris’ doing. He has a bad habit of not putting DVDs away in their cases and then defending himself by accusing me of doing the same thing, which I do not, thank you very much. And I know he hates this movie. I called him at work and he has no idea where it is. So here I sit listening to the neighbor’s TV blasting through our tissue paper walls instead of listening to my own.

It’s been an uneventful day. I spent the morning cleaning out the kitchen pantry. It turns out that we’ve been moving the same collection of canned goods around for the past three or four moves. They never get eaten, just dutifully shelved when we move in, and then forgotten. I have decided that this will not happen with this upcoming move. No spoiled food is welcome in our new house. The pantry actually looks really sparse now since I threw out the eleven boxes of cereal with half a bowl’s worth crumbling to dust inside (I kid you not).

I found a can of Cream of Mushroom soup that I know is older than Jonas and I am pretty sure has actually been moving around with us for the past four years. I finally threw away stuff that went bad in 2002 and realized that the food basket Chris’ squadron gave us for Christmas last year had fake potatoes (eeech), stuffing and yams that went bad prior to last Christmas. I suppose this means it is a good thing I forgot about them in my postpartum haze and never cooked them. We could have died of food poisoning and it would have been the military’s fault.

I’m going to go see if my movie is in the other half of the collection in my closet. If not, I really don’t know what to do with myself tonight.