The other day while my husband was on his computer, I heard laughter coming from within the dung heap he calls his office. Hmmm, I thought hopefully, I wonder if he’s reading my blog?
No. He was watching this.
Shortly thereafter came a series of raspy guffaws, the unstoppable, bladder-weakening kind he normally reserves for Mystery Science Theater 3000 or the mention of "pork" in any context. Okay, maybe now he’s reading my blog?
Nope. He was watching this.
This went on for a while.
(20 minutes later)
Me: Did you read my blog?
Him: No, I didn’t have time.
Interesting. For that, I shall deduct 100 points from last night’s Scrabble score and…there. I win.
Told you not to marry that, that...engineer!
Don't worry, you can always come home to Dad! The vacuum cleaner, dishwasher, washing machine, dryer, stove, lawn mower, snow shovel, hammer, toilet cleaners, mop and broom are all in the same places so you won't have any trouble finding them!
Posted by: Dad | December 02, 2006 at 01:01 PM
Tempting...very tempting!
Posted by: Tammy | December 02, 2006 at 01:41 PM
Unfortunately, Shipoopy is very amusing and sticks in your head - whereas blog entries making fun of me do not.
Posted by: Husband | December 02, 2006 at 02:01 PM
I don't know about that. Try singing this blog entry to the tune of Cell Block Tango. It's pretty catchy, actually.
Don't know the one? I refer you to YouTube.
Posted by: Tammy | December 02, 2006 at 02:30 PM
I disagree about blog entries making fun of you not sticking in your head.
Posted by: Husband's Friend | December 03, 2006 at 07:29 AM