Part of the problem with my movie-like drama is the conviction both my husband and I hold that the Whole Thing is All the Other Person’s Fault.
In our more rational moments, we realize that it is not our faults, but the fault of the Criminal Masterminds, but we aren’t having all that many rational moments about this.
Why does this not come up more often in movies? The protagonists should, while they are lurking, creeping, plotting, and otherwise dealing with the Criminal Masterminds, also be bickering.
“If you hadn’t opened that door, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
“It was the door to the hotel kitchen! How should I know there would be a dead body in there?”
And a bit later, as they are being smuggled out in standing bass cases….
“You know, if you hadn’t said ‘Don’t worry, we didn’t see anything! We won’t tell!’, we might have gotten away with it.”
“Yeah, right! Who started humming in an unconcerned manner and drew the attention of the spies, eh?”
“Well, I don’t think I was the one who insisted on joining the Espionage and Counterespionage Glee Club in the first place. “It’ll be fun!’ you said. Now who’s having fun?”
But this never happens in movies, does it?
Ashleigh Brilliant had a little postcard that said “We’ve been through so much together… and most of it was your fault.”
Anyway, if you ever go to the Federal Building, you will be glad to know that they will let you take your knitting, 
even if you use metal needles. I did have to lift my pant legs to show that I didn’t have any guns or knives tucked into my socks, so it could also be a good opportunity to show off your lovely hand-knit socks, though I did not think of that.
This is five skeins of Connemara, becoming an Oat Couture Bijoux Blouse.
The people at the Federal Building tell me that I am now through with the movie-like drama, unless the guys in CID want to ask me more questions. My husband still had more bickering to do, but he is just going to have to do it by himself at this point.
and you can get a job at the prison with computers so you can keep updating xanga. Yay!…
This sounds very mysterious and scary.
I hope it is over for your sakes.
A friend of mine works at a local corrections facility – and she brings in her knitting all the time. And that kinda shocked me. I’m going there today to do a mini lecture about attending college and there are definite “dos” and “don’ts.” Basically, I just go in with my papers, my notebook, a soft-tipped pen and my ID (so they know who I am). Everything else gets left in the car. I’m working on socks – they are going fairly well. I haven’t hit the gusset, yet, so wish me luck when I do. With you, I hope things are heading out of “dramatic movie” to “dramedy” (a little lighter fair). Best.
The only movies like that are really good ones.
Well, I went reading down looking for espionage but didn’t find anything, and now I have to go pick up Tot.
So, be safe. Love your apron. Sorry I missed your birthday. Happy belateds!
Oiy – the federal building! Our is seedy, despite all the glorious marble halls and floors. You could be using this material for a screenplay, you know. With the bickering and all. I think it would make a delightful change from the spy fare we’re usually given.
RYC: I know you didn’t do it on purpose. When the first comment appeared I dropped over to D’s place, read the entry and looked at the profile – which was irritatingly sketchy. Found myself reading some of the more recent entries and thinking D was awfully teacherish 🙂 but interesting. Never glanced at any of the earlier entries, if I had I might have woken up.
Sounds like the drama is fading – and you haven’t vanished from the blogsphere yet either.
What kind of drama are you going through? You didn’t actually see a dead body or interact with spies, did you?!