Well, okay, we’re not poor in a third world sense. We’re not even poor in a this world sense. Well, not yet, anyway.
It’s just that we are bored STIFF. Without extra money for the, well, extras, we’ve resorted to new entertainment opportunities.
Last night we had a sock fight.
We each took one of Brett’s size 16 bleached bright white socks and had a mock sword/sock fight on the furniture in our living room. Terms like “On guard!” and “My name is Inigo Montoya” were used frequently.
Another night, we heard Jimmy Buffet singing Margaritaville on the radio. Brett started humming about looking for his lost shaker of salt, and before I knew it, the radio was on full blast, and we were both karaoke experts belting out the entire song though our open living room windows.
Our neighbors love us.
People have suggested we enjoy the free things in the life like long walks in the park, flitting about the neighborhood, or stopping to smell the flowers.
I hate these people.
They obviously don’t know ME, at all. For one thing, my dislike for the out of doors is well documented. Why would I punish myself when I’m ALREADY hurting? Secondly, any nudge above the 70 degree mark has me sweating like a boar in a fur coat. So, any free time I might have is NOT going to be spent outside. At least, not willingly.
Also for entertainment, we’ve delved back into our extensive DVD collection. Of course, almost all of our DVD’s are intense action packed movies. This means we’re convinced that if we just drive our motorcycle into a helicopter or hack the right computer network, we’ll be set for life.
Thankfully, we don’t have a lot of movies about the lottery.
We also started watching our movie collections. We’ve watched back-to-back showings of Indiana Jones, The Mummy, and the Lord of the Rings. And let me tell you, LOTR is one awfully long movie watched in one sitting. And it made us start thinking of naming our firstborn Arwen or Aragorn.
Speaking of our hypothetical first-born, there is another activity we’ve increased simply because it’s free and able to be done inside.
And, you know, it’s not a bad compensation for being broke.
*this is a tongue-in-cheek reference to the movie Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead for the movie-challenged