"Some people have dandruff, I have an overactive imagination"

I woke up with a smile on my face (a big one) and in my drowsy search for the weather channel I landed on AMC. The Seven Year Itch was on. The classic reminds me of another classic-Edgar Allen Poe's, The Tell-Tale Heart. Instead of an old man there is the beautiful Marilyn Monroe and his crazy daydreams replace the fictitious beating heart beneath the floorboards. He begins to have daydreams where his wife comes home early from holiday and finds him in the arms of a blonde and then kills him. In both classics it is man that does himself in. It's hilarious because Marilyn either is used to men freaking out or she is oblivious. My weekend was the most quiet I've experienced in a long, long time. I learned how to change out spark plugs and I started to knit a scarf. I watched 4 chick movies (only one made me cry) and I balanced it all by watching The Family Guy movie. Next weekend will be much, much more exciting. The anticipation/anxiety of it all...is awesome.