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Him: (inspecting the cat feeder I brought home today) So this thing is going to keep the girls from starving this weekend? Me: That’s the plan. Him: How does it dispense water? Me: It doesn’t. Him: Well what are they going to do for water then? Me: I was going to leave the toilet seat up. (In my defense, they seem to . . . → Read More: Relax, Got It Covered It’s drill weekend again, which sucks for two reasons: 1. I miss the Captain like crazy (particularly when I have to sleep alone). The Captain has never said he expects me to clean the house while he’s away, mind you. However, I notice that when he walks in tired and haggard after . . . → Read More: Domestic Goddess I Am Not
Sometimes I bake cookies just so I can imagine I’m . . . → Read More: Between You and Me (and the Blogosphere) There comes a point in my relationships when curiosity overcomes the guys’ better judgment and they ask, “Where did you get these scars?” For a time I used to reply, “I spent a few summers working in the circus as the lovely assistant to a sword thrower with a lazy eye.” Whether or not they believed me, it . . . → Read More: The Telltale Scars of Stupidity Me: So I’ve been working out for about a month now, but I don’t think I look any different. Do you think I look any different? Him: It takes awhile to see results. Me: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, I have more energy and I know I’m getting stronger. But - Him: But what? Those are results. Me: Not visual . . . → Read More: Reality Check |
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