In chronological order:
Dog or Gary Argues With the Internet
If you had been an insect in our house you would have heard this coming from Gary's computer room:
"LIES! Liars ... nine to eleven pounds my ASS. .. Feisty. Needs to know who's boss. Well, that's right. DAMN! Nine to eleven pounds again. These people are on crack." (A few minutes later.) "Ellen! Ellen!" (silence) "Mac! You are a fat dog! You know you are supposed to weigh nine to eleven pounds? The internet says!" Then I got on him for giving the dog a bad self-image.
Cricket or I'm Not Even Looking it Up
If you had been said insect inside our house you would have been the cricket I stomped on earlier. Gary insisted I kill the cricket because it was upstairs without any other crickets. Evidently, if you leave crickets alone without any food, i.e. in the basement, they eat their own until you have no crickets. I think you'd have one very fat cricket, but I've learned not to argue with Gary over biology.
Austen or a Very Amiable Evening
If given a choice between watching Nostradamus 2012 (featuring ... Nostradamus AND Mayans AND everyone's favorite...THE ILLUMINATI!) or Hoarders on A&E (thank me later) or Sense and Sensibility, I chose Sense and Sensibility. When I first watched it I was biased: I had resentment in my heart. Emma Thompson treated my golden-tongued Kenneth Branagh so ill.
We were on an Austen roll, because hours earlier we'd bought this book:
I know one of you must have read this. It sounds killer. And most amiable.