Ron: "Gonna make it all 220?"
Jack: "Yeah, 220, 221 ... whatever it takes."
Oh how I love "Mr. Mom." We quote that line all the time at work, whenever we're talking about something technical and how we're going to do it. Of course, only coworkers of a certain age get the joke. Hard to believe that movie came out in 1983. That was a very long time ago and everything in it is dated except for the laughs. I love Michael Keaton.
I also like Bruce Thomas. He needs to be in more things.
Took in some college hoops this weekend. We ran into several people we know at the game and ended up sitting with a guy hubby works with and this guy's parents. We have known him for a long time as well -- way back when he coached our youngest son in baseball and now that son is 25 years old, so it's been a few years. Anyway, we had a great time meeting his folks and sitting with them. And both the men and the women won, so that was a bonus. 
I had to show Hubby my superior spider killing system tonight because we had a gigantic spider in our living room. I told Hubby he had to kill it because I had killed the last giant spider in our bedroom. He said he couldn't because it was in an awkward spot behind one of our speakers. (This never used to be a problem when our youngest son still lived at home because he was our spider killer. Neither Hubby nor I place spider killing on our top 10 favorite things to do list.)
So I showed hubby how I wrap a paper towel around something flat (like a shoe or in this case, a CD jewel case) and then squish it and then he took over and actually did the squishing of this particular giant spider. Because just using the paper towel means I might not kill it the first time and it might escape the paper towel, jump on my arm and run up my neck to my nose or mouth or hair (runs shrieking from the room). The hard surface insures instant death.
Hubby is now convinced of my superior killing method and will use it in future.