how i love them

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House and Wilson from House.

How I love this photo. One frame, completely summing up the relationship between House (Hugh Laurie) and Wilson (Robert Sean Leonard). The thousand-mile stare on RSL’s face kills me. And while I adore — ADORE — Hugh Laurie in all things and his greatness as House virtually goes without saying, I think I have an Ode to Wilson in me that needs to be written. Or rather, an Ode to Robert Sean Leonard.

Because House? He’d be squat without Wilson.

Squat, I tell you.

Robert Sean Leonard is brilliant on the show — equally as brilliant as Hugh Laurie — but more subtle, which is why he probably doesn’t get the attention he deserves for his work in this role.

Ack, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I gotta write that ode.

baby banshee wants to know

We went up to my brother’s again the week after The Banshee and I completed this groundbreaking work of art.

As we arrived, with greeting and hugs all around, Baby Banshee — all of 2 1/2 — stood off to the side, silently watching me with wide eyes. She was smiling, but she was quiet, a little more shy than usual. She looked at my feet. Then at my face. At my feet, at my face. Then she seemed to reach some moment of inner resolve because she suddenly marched up to me, pointed at my feet, and demanded, “Tee Tee, do you still have that face on your foot?”

Ohhh. I get it now.

I am equal parts thrilled and horrified at the thought that Tee Tee might still have a picture on her foot. I don’t know what to do. I want to know, but, on the other hand, I don’t want to know. I am torn. If I ask, then I’ll know and that might be bad. If I don’t ask, then I won’t know and that might be worse. Do I ask? Do I not ask? Ask? Not ask? Okay. I can’t stand it. I NEED to know.

“Oh! Sweetie, no, not anymore. It washed off in the shower.”

“Reawwy?” Her face fell a bit.

“Yeah. But you know what? It did take a couple of days for it to fade all the way.”

“Reawwy?” She brightened.

“Yep. Really.”

She just smiled her quiet little smile and toddled off to find a game for us to play.

banshees’ song

The final line of my singing birthday phone call from The Banshees on Saturday:

“CHA CHA CHA, OOH, LA LA, PEPPERONI PIZZA SAUCE!!!”

I don’t know how pepperoni pizza sauce fit into things, but I was cracking up at their shrieking little voices. They emphatically wanted me to have a good birthday and for pepperoni pizza sauce to be involved or at least mentioned in some way. It was like they were giving their ecstatic Oscar acceptance speeches and could not could not could NOT neglect to mention pepperoni pizza sauce before the orchestra swelled and drowned them out.

And, you know, I really do think it was the sauce that made it a good day.

Not necessarily the kind they were talking about, but still.