Sleep to Dream

After two re-runs of The Office with my sister last night, and a drawn-out conversation about our mutual pining for John Krasinski, I was disappointed to awake this morning without having dreamt of my future wedded bliss with Jim. Lame. Last night's episodes on TBS were definitely worth a boring, dreamless night though - "Michael's Birthday" and "Drug Testing" have to be two of the top episodes of all time, if only for the following quotes:

Michael: "Hey Pam, all this stuff with Kevin is pretty scary. I was thinking that next time you're in the shower you should check yourself out. Those things are ticking time bags."

Pam: "Jim is not allowed to talk until he buys me a Coke. Those are the rules of Jinx and they are unflinchingly rigid."

Obviously, there's about 10 blogs-worth of other quotes from last night's hour, but for the sake of efficiency, I'll just let you rent season 2. Genius.

While JK currently takes up most of my brain space, I still managed to remember that last night was the first night of Channukah! Hooray! We pulled out our aged old menorah and lit the two janky candles remaining from last year's festivities. It's Baby Z's first Hanukkah (changing it up with the spelling - both ways look wrong), though he was way busy banging his tiny, alarmingly powerful wrists on the high chair and shrieking for the sake of hearing his own voice. I intended to bake challah, and clearly that didn't happen, but I like to think my good intentions absolve me from feeling the massive guilt known only by sporadically-practicing Jews. Gut Yontiff! (www.jewfaq.com assures me that means "Good Holiday!" in Yiddish...here's hoping it's not actually a vulgar...eh, never mind - if it is, that's even better.)

In honor of my stomachache and deep buyer's remorse (stupid J. Crew credit card), I'll sign off now. But not before reminding you all to indulge in the Wednesday night trainwreck TV lineup. Can't wait to see how Tyra makes me wildly uncomfortable tonight!