Proof Positive

Rice google talked me yesterday to tell me that even though I have a boyfriend, that's no excuse to not be blogging. I told her I wasn't blogging because my grandma died. She told me that I already used that excuse.

The trouble is that, well, I feel kindof schmoopy about Murray and in general, I disagree totally with being a schmoopy person. (Nemesis went so far as to call me smug, which I guess I've become without realizing it.) So I don't want to blog schmoop. But I will give you proof positive why Murray and I are MFEO.

Last night, we decided to go to the dinosaur movie at the Imax (I asked him if I could ask the ticket salesperson if the dinosaur movie had actual, live footage). On our way, I said, "If you discovered a dinosaur and could name it, what would you name it?" I wanted him to think of something and then when he told me, I'd say, "Oh yeah? Well I would name mine the Murraysaurus. That's how much I like you." And then he would feel bad.

However, he responded immediately and said, "That's easy. I'd call it the Cicadasaurus."

He stole my freaking joke.

After the movie, we went to Macaroni Grill and I realized that I was going to a restaurant with paper and crayons with an actual artist. I told him that he could draw me a Cicadasaurus. Then he said, "Oh! You're one step ahead of me! I was going to go home and draw you a Cicadasaurus."

So after we were seated, we immediately started drawing our dinosaurs. His Cicadasaurus was wearing white pants and a tuxedo shirt. My Murraysaurus was wearing a blazer and retro glasses.

So yeah. Need I say more?

Since I don't have a digital copy of either of our dinosaurs, I'll let you see a copy of his self portrait, wearing a shirt like El Senor received recently.