Man Panties

 

We’ve been over the shopping thing, and the reasons why he doesn’t take me with him.  You’re all familiar with his rules and how boring he makes shopping, and his aversion to awesome, and you know as well as I do that he only complains about my presence and the things I do when I’m there. 

 

Brace yourselves, because I just got in trouble for not being there.

Oprah is stunned, confused, speechless

 

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The Real Me

 

Being a person who sees the humor in everything, and can laugh at just about any situation, I read a lot of humor—both because I’ll find the funny bits of something that is only incidentally funny and because I seek out the writings of funny people.  Thus I often find myself wondering what it must be like to know them personally; I imagine their spouse must constantly be in stitches, their friends and family must tell everyone that they know just the funniest person alive, etc.

Robin Williams and his animated Disney character, the Genie, smile back to back

Sort of like how kids assumed Robin Williams was basically Genie in real life, minus some of the magic.

 

This explains why I resisted blogging for so long, and resisted the idea of calling it a humor blog for longer still: in my mind a humor writer was someone who must be dazzling in person, always “on,” entertaining in every moment and aspect of their lives.  The sort of person who couldn’t go for a drink without having an adventure, who would go for a walk and end up in the wrong country.   

 

You know how it turned out, because you’re here: at the nagging insistence of a few beloved friends, I did the thing and here we are and you know I’m glad.  But… I still worry that I’m not quite in the mold, you know?

 

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Our Test Flight

 

Offspring went on a mini-break with some friends—paintballing, Call of Duty, Axis and Allies*… basically a war games long weekend—giving me and Husband a chance to test drive this thing without him.  See how we get on when it’s just the two of us.  Make sure our marriage won’t be a casualty of the infamous Empty Nest Syndrome.

 

I’m glad to report it seems we actually like each other after all.

 

Friends Phoebe and Joey "That is brand new information!"

Right?!?

 

We did learn a few things the first couple of days that were surprising.

 

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Terminal Urology

 

You know that narcissist test where they ask if you have backup dancers?

 

Rick and Morty Vegas-style backup dancers

 

No?  Never heard of it?

 

Okay, so it’s this thing, not quite a quiz, and one of the statements is “I often visualize myself with backup dancers/singers.”  For the record, I’m pretty sure that was the only one I agreed with, but I can’t remember for sure if there were others because my friends were so freaked out by the backup dancer thing (and the assertion that I need a theme song, too) that that became the topic for the rest of forever.

 

I was going somewhere with that thought… hang on…

 

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