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Category Archives: wife

The best milk dunking combination

Is a glass that is neither too tall nor too deep, together with a cookie that can be both completely submerged without getting stuck at the bottom. Hence, I must appropriate the proper permissions to conduct the following experiment:

Socializing is expensive

You pay to socialize with people. You pay for the food, for the transportation, for the medical bills… But when I socialize with my coworkers, I’m beginning to think that you don’t just pay, but you pay real money.

No storylines?

Today I’m trying to get my PS2 to boot when my wife calls. What are you doing, she asks. Trying to play, I say. Are you lying on the floor pathetically resetting that thing for hours and hours? No, I say getting up, I’m standing up.

It’s August

For me, August is nice because, well, my birthday falls in August. And birthdays mean presents, attention, and forgiveable amounts of gluttony. Wait, I get these all year round? So how is August different?

My wife’s mistake

So my assembled random geeky gamer building is sitting on my desk, waiting for the glue to dry. I leave it there overnight and all day and I suddenly remember it when I get home.

Knocked Up, with or without the wife?

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 [...]

Happy father’s day

The Cult of Parenthood has yet to convert us. My wife is happy for another year. We survive.

Digging for floor

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 [...]

Natural selection…in my frontyard

At the urging of my wife, I finally went outside and put down some weedkiller. As I’m walking around spreading death to weeds with my gloved hands, the dew gets into my sneakers and the chill slips under my sweater. I’m just starting on the bucket when I notice that the weeds are bigger and [...]

Honey, I broke the fridge.

It snows in April, apparently. Honest to goodness snow, what a horrible thing to wake up to early in the morning before work. This was two weeks ago.