I am feeling a bit stir crazy these days, or maybe just plum crazy with the lack of routine and holiday celebrations. My brother has been staying with us while he recovers from surgery, so Miss A and I are being choked out by all the testosterone in the house. I have watched more boxing, hockey, John Wayne and James Bond in the last month than I have all year. I think that they have really appreciated some of my insightful comments while we have been viewing the shoot 'em ups. "Don't you think that she looks better with less make up?" (seriously, watch Casino Royale and tell me if the English chick doesn't look better in the scene where she is just starting to apply her make up). "Now maybe he has an inkling of what child birth feels like" (this while watching the torture scene in Casino Royale. Anyways, I do my part to bring some estrogen into the room. They did inform me that the laundry folding was taking away from the ambiance. They just got a smirk from my flannel clad self, while I continued making my way through the pile. I think I will have to retaliate with a Pride and Prejudice marathon soon. Mr Darcy is a man's man, isn't he?