We've had problems tonight with our digital cable cutting out. I'm not sure if it's a problem only with digital, but it's been a major pain in the rump.
Maureen is upstairs right now, fast asleep, but we are at the ready to jump upstairs with Ninja-like agility to whisk her back down to the basement with us.
Normally, I've never been a Run to the Basement type of guy. I would always stand in front of the window trying to see what I could see. Now, the wife is very persuasive and it's better to go with the flow instead of rocking the boat. I just read what's been written thus far to her and she laughed about my "going with the flow."
Yes. I'm grumpy tonight.
But last night was a different story. I had three home runs and a double (resulting in a run batted in) during our dartball double header at the Bonnycastle Club. I've refined my granny-style, underhanded horseshoe approach to great effect. What does all of this have to do with Maureen? Not much.
PS: one of the Newscasters asked for us to Please stop calling in to ask for regular programming. Honey, hand me the phone!
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How does Kristin feel about being called "the wife"?
I'm sure she likes it better than "That woman living in my house." It has a better ring to it, eh?
Chocolate pudding is often a quick salve for grumpiness. But it comes back once the pudding is gone. Still, chocolate pudding.
Once you put the ring on the left hand the macho man HAS to run to the basement when the tonadic winds blow. It gives you a good excuse to run and not have to apologize. Also,chocolate pudding is much better than crow.
Pudding cups are such a let down. Sure, they're tasty at first, but I start lamenting the loss halfway through. By the time you get to scraping the bottom the pleasure of pudding seems a blur.
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