It was like something out of a difference-between-men-and-women stand-up routine last night at the store. I drug skp out specifically to pick up the Simpsons DVDs which she wasn't thrilled about. But in the store, right next to them, was a box full of Pride and Prejudice DVDs. She freaked. out. I've only seen bits of that show as I'm running out of the room, but it looks like people in elaborate costumes speaking stilted english; going on and on about some Mr. Darcy. It has rubbed off on skp. It's Mr. Darcy this and Mr. Darcy that around here.

Tonight I'll get, "Mr. Darcy would never post something like that to his weblog."