In Which Kevin's Aversion To Lotion Creates Hilarity:
"Did you put some lotion on the old man butthoole elbow?" (Sidebar: I once commented that his puckery, ashy elbow looked like an angry old man's butthole; I have no idea why I did this, I just did. Unfortunately for the elbow, the nickname stuck.)
"Yes, and my hands too. I just hope it doesn't stain the sheets."
"Stain the sheets??"
"Well yeah."
"Dude, it's LOTION, not ELK GREASE. Sheesh."
"Elk grease? What the hell?"
In Which A Serious Discussion Goes Horribly Awry:
"Seriously, what do you want to do with your ashes?"
"What? Why are we talking about this now?"
"Well, we need to decide these things now so I don't have to worry about it when I'm in the throes of grieving for you."
"I really wasn't joking very much about keeping me in a coffee can. You can really do that."
"When I die, I want you to use the life insurance money and turn me into a gigantic LifeGem diamond and mount me in a big old man ring and wear me around."
"Ew. That's oogy."
"What's oogy? The LifeGem or the man ring?"
"The man ring."
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As you can see, I've been entirely too busy dealing with the hilarity that is living with my husband to deal with things like blog entries. That, and working 6 hours days was leaving me zero time to slack at work. So apparently I waste approximately 2 hours a day when I'm at work, because now that I'm back at work for full 8 hour days I have plenty of time for both work and slacking. And here I thought I was wasting at LEAST 4. Between that and the fact that my to do lists are never having more than 3-4 items left on them when I leave for the day, I feel much better about myself as an employee now.
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Riley has developed a new compulsion this month, and while it's kind of hilarious, it's also kind of annoying. He's figured out that there is sometimes milk and quite often water in my glass (and/or Kevin's glass) and since he is powerless against milk and water, he cannot resist stick his fool head right on into it. Kinda like this:
Except nowadays, where it used to be an occasional thing, it's now every damn time I have something to drink. He comes running out to the living room as soon as he hears me pouring water into my glass so he can get the fist sip.
I suppose maybe we should stop letting him actually stick his head in there, but then what would I have to complain about? Nothing, that's what.
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So we're going to Wisconsin for Weetacon, and if you're not, then you suck.
Ha! Not really. Well, maybe you do but that's between you and your significant other and I do not want to hear about it.
The inaugural Weetacon was where we got engaged and dude, we were bummed we could not be there last year since it happened a month before the wedding (but hey, at least we had a good excuse!). But we are totally there this year and you should be too.
Weetacon!!!
Wait, I meant to say THREETACON, bitches. Be there.
"Did you put some lotion on the old man butthoole elbow?" (Sidebar: I once commented that his puckery, ashy elbow looked like an angry old man's butthole; I have no idea why I did this, I just did. Unfortunately for the elbow, the nickname stuck.)
"Yes, and my hands too. I just hope it doesn't stain the sheets."
"Stain the sheets??"
"Well yeah."
"Dude, it's LOTION, not ELK GREASE. Sheesh."
"Elk grease? What the hell?"
In Which A Serious Discussion Goes Horribly Awry:
"Seriously, what do you want to do with your ashes?"
"What? Why are we talking about this now?"
"Well, we need to decide these things now so I don't have to worry about it when I'm in the throes of grieving for you."
"I really wasn't joking very much about keeping me in a coffee can. You can really do that."
"When I die, I want you to use the life insurance money and turn me into a gigantic LifeGem diamond and mount me in a big old man ring and wear me around."
"Ew. That's oogy."
"What's oogy? The LifeGem or the man ring?"
"The man ring."
As you can see, I've been entirely too busy dealing with the hilarity that is living with my husband to deal with things like blog entries. That, and working 6 hours days was leaving me zero time to slack at work. So apparently I waste approximately 2 hours a day when I'm at work, because now that I'm back at work for full 8 hour days I have plenty of time for both work and slacking. And here I thought I was wasting at LEAST 4. Between that and the fact that my to do lists are never having more than 3-4 items left on them when I leave for the day, I feel much better about myself as an employee now.
Riley has developed a new compulsion this month, and while it's kind of hilarious, it's also kind of annoying. He's figured out that there is sometimes milk and quite often water in my glass (and/or Kevin's glass) and since he is powerless against milk and water, he cannot resist stick his fool head right on into it. Kinda like this:
Except nowadays, where it used to be an occasional thing, it's now every damn time I have something to drink. He comes running out to the living room as soon as he hears me pouring water into my glass so he can get the fist sip.
I suppose maybe we should stop letting him actually stick his head in there, but then what would I have to complain about? Nothing, that's what.
So we're going to Wisconsin for Weetacon, and if you're not, then you suck.
Ha! Not really. Well, maybe you do but that's between you and your significant other and I do not want to hear about it.
The inaugural Weetacon was where we got engaged and dude, we were bummed we could not be there last year since it happened a month before the wedding (but hey, at least we had a good excuse!). But we are totally there this year and you should be too.
Weetacon!!!
Wait, I meant to say THREETACON, bitches. Be there.
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