OK, if it seems like all I’m doing today is sitting around on the computer, well, that’s exactly what I’m doing. It’s my birthday. This is how I want to spend it. I have a ton to do, but I choose not to do any of it. Did I mention it’s my birthday? Of course, for the next few days I won’t be able to look anybody in the eye when I say “Sorry, I just couldn’t get to it, I was sooooo busy this week!” knowing that I pretty much wasted an entire day.
Actually I have to leave in a little while – there are things I have to do, even on my birthday, and then I’m meeting my husband to see a taping of The Daily Show. The guest is supposed to be Tom Brokaw. Every once in a while they tape the guests out of order, but usually not. Seeing Tom Brokaw would be cool (although I must confess, I’d rather see Brian Williams – he cracks me up every time he’s on TDS).
I went to a taping of The Daily Show ten years ago, when we first moved to the area and Jon Stewart had just gotten the gig. I was severely dissapointed to have missed host Craig Kilborn by just a few days, but of course Jon Stewart was much better and I got over it.
Last year, for my husband’s birthday, I took him to a taping of The Colbert Report. A graphic designer friend of mine made up a picture of my husband holding the Koran and shaking Stephen Colbert’s hand, with the caption “My Nonpracticing Muslim Friend.” (I would have loved to post it here, it looks really good, but The Ass said no.) I wanted to get Stephen Colbert to sign it, but security was really tight. Apparently he was getting a lot of threats, so nobody was allowed to approach him with anything. So, I’m going to bring it tonight and ask Jon Stewart if he can ask Stephen to sign it. Which will get me made fun of, I’m sure, but I don’t care. I’d love to get it signed and framed for The Ass, especially since I didn’t do a thing for him this year for his birthday.
Speaking of The Ass, he sent this to me a couple of weeks ago and I forgot to post it. Very entertaining.
Enjoy! I’m off to make myself look pretty for The Daily Show and my birthday dinner (still haven’t decided where to go). Or at least make myself clean. And I have to call the babysitter and warn her that there will be a dead mouse waiting for her in the kitchen. I put a step stool over it, which is really the most I’m capable of doing.
Originally posted on Selfish Mom