My coworker M- has her first barbecue at her new house out in Bolingbrook. I show up early because I drop my wife off in the morning and if I stop in the house I’m lost. Home means I’m never going out, not even to M-’s house.
I am constantly afraid of running out of anti-perspirant. I don’t know if it’s a fear of sweat, showers, or smell, but the fear exists at the top of my mind. So the deoderant/anti-perspirant strategy goes something like this:
Let me explain the post title. I saw the movie Knocked Up with my coworker T– today. He was running late, so when he arrived I was in a shadowy corner of the theater. The opening credits were starting, and it was clear that even though he was blinded by the light of the screen [...]
When I tried to buy a PS2 through The Evil Social Networking site, I was offered my friend’s husband’s PS2, which I declined on moral grounds. Soon thereafter, I received an offer from my cousin’s boyfriend, who lives even farther away from town. I accepted.
The Cult of Parenthood has yet to convert us. My wife is happy for another year. We survive.
I finished my Master’s Degree in Library and Information Science this past May.
Summer for teachers means we get to live.
My office is a wasteland. It’s the one place in the house where I have full reign to leave stuff messy, but even I get bogged down by the carpet of papers. My wife started things off last week. She made neat piles where I just had indistinct masses that you could slip on. Now [...]