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05 October 2010 @ 03:46 pm
Some days I just can't think of a title.  
I'm in the kitchen, helping my mom start cooking dinner.  She has Little House on the Prairie on.  She asks me what Melissa Gilbert is doing today.  I say I don't know; TV movies or something.

"I wonder if she's still married to what's-his-name."

I cannot let her see my secret and embarrassing crush!  "Um, Bruce Boxleitner, right?  I think they are.  Still married.  Um.  Yeah."

I do not set off any of her alarms.  After a minute or so: "Wasn't he on that show you like?"

"Yes.  Babylon 5."

"No, the remake one."

"Yes, he's in TRON.  The new one, too."

"No.  The show they did a remake of."  I don't answer her, because I have no idea what she's talking about.  Another minute passes.  "The one with Mary McDonnell."

"Battlestar Galactica?  He wasn't on that."

"Are you sure?"

"Mom, that was Edward James Olmos."

"No, the original."

"That was Dirk Benedict."

Five solid minutes pass.  Then: "Buck Rogers!"

I came down and got on IMDB.  I don't know if I have the heart to tell her that no, Bruce Boxleitner was not on the 1970s remake of Buck Rogers.  I do not even know what she was thinking.  Still, bless.  ♥

This morning I helped my Grandpa run some errands.  We took his dog in for shots and his annual check-up; we did his bi-weekly trip to the store to buy two specific items (juice and milk today); we finally used the gift card he got for his birthday back in March to buy him some fleece-lined jeans.  We stopped at Wendy's for lunch.  Now, I have not eaten at Wendy's in a powerful long time.  I saw that they had a new salad, and that it looked tasty - apples and cranberries and pecans and grilled chicken.  I'm not a fan of salad dressing, and to enjoy a dry salad I need a lot of flavor.

So I bought that salad.

Then I went back to Grandpa's house to eat lunch with him.

Then I opened up that salad.

 
 
 
Shannonkungfuwaynewho on October 5th, 2010 11:41 pm (UTC)
My knee-jerk response was that they must have agreed beforehand that he could do the convention. Then I was like, but surgery. Every surgery is risky, even minor ones; back surgery? I'd want to be there. So then I'm thinking maybe she knew how important it was to him that he do something for a big project for the first time in awhile? Because I can't imagine there are that many contractually obligated cons, and if there were, your wife having surgery on her broken back (JFC, what did she do?!) would be enough of an excuse.

I'd still like to give him the benefit of the doubt! I can't see him as being callous. So they must have come to an agreement for whatever reason. IDK.
nhpwnhpw on October 6th, 2010 12:02 am (UTC)
Yeah, that's what I figured too. (I can't believe I actually devoted a lot of brain cells to trying to reason this out so he is not an asshole who was like "SEEYA BYE, good luck, let me know how that surgery turns out.")

Actually, there's a People Magazine article about Mikey's birth (with f'ing adorable pictures), which had to have been really scary, and at one point she was just like, "Honey, why don't you go home, shower, get some sleep, go for a run, because you'll probably be up all night." OMG. I get the impression she's just a very selfless woman like that, who would just say - I'll be fine, go do your thing, and I'll see you when you get back.

But a tiny little part of me still says he should have canceled and stayed with her. (Just a tiny part.)
Shannon: b5 john smileskungfuwaynewho on October 6th, 2010 01:19 am (UTC)
Lord. Those pictures. My ovaries just cried out. Then I reminded them that they would not be having any babies with Bruce Boxleitner and to shut the hell up.
xphilehbxphilehb on October 6th, 2010 04:20 am (UTC)
HA! This response made me laugh so hard. Probably because it was so very similar to my own reaction to that article and those pictures.
nhpwnhpw on October 6th, 2010 12:22 pm (UTC)
Men with babies, man. It'll do that to your ovaries. Gorgeous sleeping men with adorable sleeping babies? Guh. Kills me dead.