Desperate Housewives

From an exchange with Tricia, earlier today:

Tree: dr. john woke me up at 4:30 this morning to go to the hospital. he will spend the majority of the day touching breasts and staring at vaginas. what a lucky man. i was jealous up until the moment he provided a physical description of each patient. and soon realized that unless he had some crazy fetish i was unaware of, i had nothing to worry about. i will spend my morning looking for jobs and the rest of the day doing not a damn thing. i feel relatively house-wive-ish, subtract the kids, cleaning, and cooking. martha stewart and paula deen soothe me. as does the hot tub and pool downstairs. boredom is kicking in.

Me: dude! let me give you an idea of a possible alternative to your 'boring' life: you wake up early and run to 'mass lecture' on the various subtypes of authoritarian regimes. after lecture you smoke a cigarette. you then go to your office where you frantically try to print out as many articles as you can because that gives you a false sense of accomplishment. you take notes on a book about democratic transitions in latin america. realize you don't give a damn. still, need to continue faking interest and incorporate said notes into a project proposal that you are to discuss in detail later that same day. to spice things up a little, you look for relevant datasets that would allow you to test your hypotheses. turns out dataset is in weird-ass format that cannot be read into stata. need i continue? being a housewife sounds pretty damn good to me right now. shut up and go for a swim. p.s. i miss you already.

Tree:okay, my dear p, i suppose a dip in the pool beats datasets. you win. i'll be down at the hot tub....btw, i miss you too!