• Good News

    I feel compelled to blow a little sunshine, where it don’t normally, particularly after my last post, my ode to self-pity. Lets just say that the last Xbox game I bought was the best twenty bucks I’ve spent this fiscal quarter. Beth and I have been blowing away Imperial scum like a couple of Rebel bad boys. We’ve been playing Star Wars Battlefront. We’ve played it a lot, but most importantly, we’ve played it together. I know video games are not exactly right out of Norman Rockwell, but it’s someplace our divergent tastes have crossed, and I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth.

  • Dark Days

    I am dreading work tomorrow, but not for the reasons you might assume. You see; work will be a welcome relief from the weekend past. Picture two days of getting over colds and no one getting along. Picture a day where Cheryl is the patient one. It wasn’t pretty.

    So if the weekend was total crap, and I’m looking forward to a break from home, why am I dreading work? I’m going to have to relive my weekend a dozen times, every time well-meaning soul asks, “So how was your weekend.” They’ll say it in such a pleasant, well-rested tone, and I’m going to want to do some smacking. Oh, it won’t be anything physical. I know enough not to do anything overtly fire-able. I’m sure I’ll come up with the perfect verbal jab when the time comes, something just this side of the code of conduct, but it won’t be pretty.

    So now I’m conflicted. I’m wide awake, up past my pathetic bed time, glad to be through with the day but dreading going to bed. I’m staying up later and later, thus assuring that tomorrow will be just as bad as I think it will be. Dude, It’s like the ultimate in self-fulfilling prophesies man!

    **Note to our weekend guests: this had nothing to do with you. Our prevailing mood started sometime before the sun came up, well before you came over.

  • A stick of butter in sheep’s clothing

    Cheryl came home from the grocery store this week with some sweets. She always comes home with sweets, but this time she came home with sweets she claimed were healthier than her standard fare. One of these healthier snacks was a miniature, transparent silo of popcorn. There’s been a lot of talk about how unhealthy movie theater popcorn can be, but only because of the crap they put in it. I trust my wife more than the movie industry.

    The other night I was conjuring up quite a hankering for some sweetened popcorn, thinking of that miniature silo of confectioner’s finest. I popped the top and got the drop on some sweetened pop. The moment it crossed my lips my fate was sealed. It was time for some serious binge eating, even if the packaging did say, “contains real butter.”

    Doesn’t sound all that healthy now, does it?