so i tend to do my best thinking in the shower, not sure why i think it is when my random brain really starts firing coherent thoughts first thing in the morning, usually i wake up with a million little things that i need to get done that day and it takes a few minutes and at least one cup of coffee to form them into streamlined plans of action.
i have finished my first grad school class, last night i turned in the 20+ page paper on comic books and juvenile delinquency in the 1950s. i am happy with it, i was not able to tie it to a major general election of the time period, i felt that if i tried the professor would know i was grasping at straws…not good. one down one to go!
this morning nick and i were watching t.v (he has been banned from ps3 for an undetermined amount of time) sportcenter was on and then the commercial break. first commercial, viagara…or shall i say viva viagra to the tune of elvis. with the two adults dancing then needing to leave the party early and enter an elevator to which nick says-with disgust i might add-“why would anyone want to do it in an elevator?” me “uhhh” (insert crickets in the background) “takes all kinds nick?” then he proceeded to put his shoes on saying “geeze an elevator, yeah right, good luck with that.” so i may be able to form coherent thoughts at this point in the morning however, reasonable responses as to why people may or may not have sex in elevators, is defiantly an afternoon discussion.
the very next commercial was an arbys commercial, perhaps you have seen it, a gentleman on his bed with candles all around asking his honey if she is ready yet, from behind a closed door she says yes and i am only doing this because it is your birthday, comes out dressed in an Arbys uniform with a sandwich and we see the gentleman on the bed get all excited and the arbys logo pops literally i think even with a little “boing” sound above his head. i had to laugh, first, nick didn’t get it, at least he didn’t say anything, i think he was still contemplating the physics behind having sex in an elevator and then i thought that is a lot of sex first thing in the morning on sportscenter.
as we were leaving for school nick was singing “Vivaaaaaa, Vivaaaaa, Viagraaaaaa” to which i promptly asked him to stop. it is probably already a theme song for 12 year 7th grade boys…