Today is my two month new house anniversary. I still love my little townhouse. I thought that having neighbors in such close proximity would take getting used to, but really? I lived in the land of the big house and small yard, so this isn’t that much different.
In fact, it’s kind of quiet. But this morning when I let the dogs out, the neighbors were having an argument. (These are the neighbors who have a cat that likes to come over and taunt my dogs by prancing in front of the window.) Of course, as soon as the dogs are done, Mom and I are pressed up against the porch door, shamelessly eavesdropping. I haven’t had any neighbor drama since the pot-dealing teenagers across the street from the old house got sent off to military school. I’ve really missed it.
“I think someone is getting kicked out,” says Mom.
“She’s not going to kick him out,” I whisper back. “She’s pregnant.”
“She might,” says Mom sagely. “It’s the twenty-first century, not the nineteen fifties.”
“I hope he takes the cat,” I say.
It’s at this point that I realize that Mom and I have become characters in a Monty Python sketch.
Not really, of course. I have a flat screen TV. A penguin couldn’t sit on top.
Thank you. I’ll be here all week.
Actually, mom and I each have a TV, so exploding penguins aren’t as much of a problem as dueling explosion movies from the 90’s. She likes Independence Day. I like The Rock. (The movie with Ed Harris, not the actor Dwayne Johnson. Not that I have a problem with him, either.)
Also, is it weird that Independence Day is almost 20 years old? It’s older than a lot of you. Will Smith was the hot young guy who punched aliens in the face. But it’s weird now, because the crushes of my youth are now playing Somebody’s Dad. I mean, still hot, but I’m just putting that in perspective for you.
The nineties movies aren’t on purpose, by the way. It just happens that 1) they are a particular kind of awesome (case in point, The Fifth Element) before filmmakers had the need to be all brooding and dark and stuff, or even make sense, really and 2) they are on TV all the time.
Also, no penguins are harmed in those explosions.