Jules and I went to “grab a quick bite” last night at Thai Ginger before our 7:20 movie last night and ended up staying until 9:30pm. 7:30 arrived and we decided to screw the movie, get wine and sit around and chit chat. It was lovely. On the way home I said “When is the last time you lingered over dinner?” I literally spend the majority of meals hovered over the counter eating something off of a Dora plate.  We try every night to have dinner as a family but there is no lingering. I would say more “refereeing”. Anyway, it was a nice mellow night out.

When I got home last night I was talking to Peter about the episode of House on Tuesday night. Jules and I had been talking about it at dinner and I couldn’t remember the end. I think I passed out. (Dear Lunesta, I love you. Your Friend, Emily) I know we STARTED watching it because Ron Livingston guest starred and he is a slice of apple pie so I was immediately interested, but I could NOT remember the rest.

I walk into our bedroom and Firefly is paused on Tivo, which makes me laugh. Peter is the only person I know who can be playing music, have the TV on AND be on the computer. Too much. WAY too much for me. Especially in my bedroom. We have this ongoing discussion going on about “serenity” in the bedroom. He just DOES NOT get it. That’s a whole other story. Anyway, Peter is laying in bed with his mistress playing a game of some sort (Age of Empires – the box is on the dresser right now). The volume is turned up too loud and I immediately ask in the sweetest voice how much longer he’ll be, which really translates to “That might be the most annoying noise in the world next to Joey Lauren Adams’ voice. Please turn it off right now before my head catches on fire and I explode.”

I then ask “Did we watch the whole episode of House last night?”

“I did but you fell asleep,” he says smiling, his face aglow from his vid (blech) and not taking his eyes off his lover’s screen.

“What,” I say suspecting there is something behind his little grin.

“Just wait,” he says in full embrace with Dell.

I sigh dramatically and continue getting ready for bed. When I slide into the delicious coziness that is our bed, Peter is still “wrapping up” his game and I am still left wondering what the hell is so funny. He disappears downstairs and emerges with his phone. I’m intrigued.

“Oh, you fell asleep last night all right,” he says almost gleeful “And then did this” — and he puts his phone up to my ear. To my horror I hear snoring.

“IS THAT ME?!?!!?” I squeal in horror while trying to study the sound of the snoring. “Was my mouth open?” I said. As if my mouth being closed would make it any more acceptable.

“No, and you just did it for a couple of minutes and then wiggled and rolled over.” Peter said STILL gleeful.

“You recorded it because you knew I’d deny it, didn’t you?” I said laughing, still listening.

“Yup.” he said matter of factly.

I love that he did that. I think it’s so funny and childlike and playful. Don’t get me wrong. I loathe that I snored but I thought the whole episode was sweet. It stems from the fact that I need quiet when I sleep and I HATE snoring. I have always said I hated snoring and when we were dating his snoring was almost a deal breaker. I was like “Look…” He has harmless little snore that can be corrected with a push and a ‘honeyyou’resnoring” or a loud sigh.  Anyway, I’m sure it was incredibly satisfying for Peter to hear me snoring and to record it to play back for me again and again.

The mellowness from last night continued this morning as Finn woke up at 6 and quietly ate and wandered around and played while I made out with my cup of tea and looked at a magazine. (October Vogue was highly satisfying) This is a rarity. RARE. So I just kept smiling and soaking up the moment.

I’ve been feeling supreme lately. Supreme. Part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop and part of me is just enjoying every single freaking minute of freedom.