‎"...a little 'trouty', but quite good" ~ Eve Kendall, North By Northwest

Thursday, January 22, 2009

listening to a mandolin through the floorboards

I just discovered our friend Fred is here in our house. How do I know this? I just popped onto Facebook and saw his status as "at Trout Towers recording with Chandler." It's kind of funny, finding out who's in your house by checking Facebook. What has our world come to?

Oh wait, my upstairs neighbor just noted her surprise, on Facebook, that Fred is here. And then Fred responded to us both (again on facebook), because apparently things aren't so thrilling in studioland and he's glued to his phone. I suppose the three of us could talk in person, or tap morse code on the ceilings and floors. But we don't have to, thanks to Facebook.

I could have seen his car as I drove up to the house, but my head was elsewhere. A friend left a plastic-wrapped brownie on my front seat and I have been obsessed with getting the kids fed, pajama-ed and tucked in bed so I can eat it in peace and privacy. Without locking myself in the bathroom.

Chandler just came through and said hello. I like it when Chandler says hi because he calls me Mrs. Crusher. This is not in reference to my girth. It is in reference to that time Chris was playing some ridiculous online shooter game and gave himself the moniker "Crusher." Anyone who has met Chris will appreciate the ludicrousocity of the name. Spell check doesn't have a problem with ludicrousocity, so it must be a word. Anyway, I sent an email out to a few of Chris' friends, telling them that he would like to be known as Crusher and to please address him as such. Chandler's good at stuff like that. And I do love being Mrs. Crusher. In fact, I would change my profile name to Mrs. Crusher if people weren't likely to think of it as a reference to my girth. I have an image to uphold here, people.

I am a trophy wife, and Trout Towers is so palatial we require a global network to connect us. (Sorry, Fred & Liz, not sharing the brownie).


Dana's Brain said...

I think Mrs. Crusher is cool! I never thought it had anything to do with your girth.

I just joined the group "I'm too old for Facebook, but I can't help it- it's like crack!" Sad, and true.

JAbel said...

I used to love the special brownies we made when I lived in the finger lakes with home grown ingredients.

Marilee said...

I can't join facebook. My daughter would . . . I don't know what she would do, but it would be dire. Say hello to Chandler if he's still there, and Fred too.

Bella said...

My dear Mrs Crusher,
funny you should mention brownies. i was just reading about this place this morning and now have to go to my local health food store to see if i can procure one!!


Lesha said...

Facebook IS like crack. It's funny that spell check thinks Facebook is a misspelled word though. I wonder how long it will be before Facebook is added to the official dictionary.

Enjoy the brownie!

jenrebecc said...

facebook IS crack.

and i like the ring of lucy crusher.

Kristin said...

You know, Susan, no matter how hard I try, I just can't visualize Trout Towers, with the musicians and the upstairs neighbors and the chickens and all. Why, it's almost as unusual as MY house. Thank God. I don't feel so alone.