So Peter comes home waving a clear plastic yellow DVD case. I immediately recognize it as the type of case that Brad used when he was taping Weeds for us. My hopes were dashed though when I reminded myself that the season is over.

“What is it?” I said.

“It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown” TV Special.” He said laying it on the kitchen counter.

“Did you ask him to record it?” I said pushing around the ground beef I was cooking to make tacos.

“No. We were IMing last night and he said it was on and I said I wished I had recorded it.” Peter said nonchalantly.

I stopped what I was doing.

“He randomly taped it for you?”

“Yeah.”

“That is THE sweetest thing.” I said. “You know. That’s the type of thing that will get him laid.”

Peter just stared at me.

I went on to explain my theory of how taping a Peanuts Halloween special will get him laid. Walk with me here people. Ok, say one day in the future we go out for drinks or dinner or something with Brad and a lady that he fancies. Everyone is having a great time. Somehow or another I end up alone with the girl. She says something along the lines of “How long have you guys known Brad?” This is where I will say “Peter has known him for a long time blah blah he moved here from Denver after we did blah blah…He’s a really great guy. You know what he did once? He taped “It’s a Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown” after Peter mentioned that he had wanted to tape it. Hadley watched it 3 times that night.”

Cut to her imagination and the inner workings of her girlie brain (which I know firsthand) and she immediately thinks “Oh. My. God. He IS the sweetest thing.” See…because not only did he show genuine thoughtfulness but it also involves kids so she’s thinking he could be a wonderful father type one day, regardless of whether they actually breed or not or even end up together. Follow me? Insert a few drinks and she’s feeling buzzed and amorous as well as completely charmed by Brad, and WHAMO! The deal is closed.

I was very proud of myself for my theory and stand by its accuracy. It gets better though. He edited out the commercials. Nice.

Feeling good the last few days. A different kind of good. My skin aches because of this Fibromyalgia bullshit but the normal Lupus symptoms have gone on vacation. If this continues I am debating telling my doctor I’m done with all of the big meds. Half the time I don’t know whether it’s the meds or the disease that is keeping me down. Hm.

I’m doing a research study tomorrow for Phillips on their Sonicare toothbrush or something. I don’t know what it is exactly. I found an ad in Seattle Weekly and of course my eye was drawn to it because of the picture of the toothbrush. I’m thinking I’m going to get a free toothbrush out of the deal. They’re going to pay me $50 for 45 minutes just to look at my teeth and take notes on the plaque or something. Here’s the catch though. I can’t brush my teeth tomorrow until after the study. It’s at 1pm. Gross. It’s going to take a LOT. I almost lost it when she told me not to floss the night before.  After the study tomorrow if I qualify, they’ll ask me to do other studies. Woo woo. I’m smiling now as I type because it’s probably some total scam and this is how poor girls end up being nude models. “They said it was a toothbrush research study!”

It’s a Taylor day tomorrow as well as the day the new housekeeper lady is coming. She’s a whole other story. I’m pretty sure she’s a fucking cuckoo judging by the three, yes, three messages she left me today about how steep our driveway was and did I have a mop.