Being domestic and Borat

So after the hell of yesterday (see posting below) despite our victory, I'll write today of nice things! 1st, all of you who "knew me when"--and you know what I mean--would be quite amused to see the picture of me last night and this morning. Being a wife, mother, and homeowner has really changed me. Last night I made S a grilled cheese sandwich, after which I got out some fruit, chopped it up, and made a tasty fruit salad for us! I even used nice knives which we got for our wedding AND a cutting board, of which I have 2 different sizes! Then, this morning, I got out some chicken breasts, defrosted them, and put them with some rotel tomatoes into the Crock Pot, which we also got for our wedding, 9 months ago! (True confession time: this was my 1st time ever using the Crock Pot! Better late than never!) Tonight when I get home from work, we'll see how it all ended up. Yes, I even remembered to turn the crock pot on!
It makes me think dryly of another kind of hell, when I was forced to live with my father at ages 16-17 so that I could attend the performing arts high school in Houston. He made a couple of attempts to be domestic, making lentils and garlic bread, and even eating them on our Walmart plastic dishes at the tiny table we had in our little kitchen. I snapped a picture of him doing this because the idea of my father being domestic was so absurd. And it was only a couple of times that he attempted it. HOWEVER--I think I'm doing a pretty good job at this domestic stuff, even if the same things said about my father could be truthfully said about me even just a short time ago.

Ok, so I made S go with me to see Borat. We went Monday night and even though it was pretty funny, I realized that I made the mistake of knowing way too much about the movie beforehand, as I knew what was going to happen before it happened, and thus, took away some of the enjoyment. S did not like it. He thought it was stupid and that Borat was annoying, which is true, so S obviously just did not get it. Now he says I owe him, and is going to make me take him to see his favorite actor Christian Bale's The Prestige. I have no problem with that, as I used to be an amateur child magician!