Sorry for the delay in postings lately but Kevin has been sick. Now, when I am sick, I need lots of bad tv and personal catering to recover. Kevin, however, finds that his aminobodies and white blood cells benefit from the soft glow of a computer screen. Something about the soothing hum of the processor chip coupled with the smooth rotation of the logitech mouse makes him feel better. Things like doing the dishes and vaccuming are very very bad for him in this fragile stage. So yesterday he played something like 6 hours of computer. It must be working because the entire time he was down here he didn’t cough once. However, once he arose from the basement, he was instantly hit by a coughing attack that landed him in front of the tv. Poor Kev. I don’t want to take up too much computer time from him so I’ll cut this short. Wouldn’t want a relapse now…..
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Chrissie is staying home tomorrow and being a bum. I have to work. This sucks.
I’m in the doghouse (with Artie) because I broke the car stereo and I burned our dinner tonight.
But Chrissie, the most wonderful wife on the planet, has forgiven me because I’m cute – and a dork. 😉
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Admit it Chrissie, you were hiding those ribs so I wouldn’t eat them! I finally found them though, and they were very tasty 🙂 – Kev
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Supposedly, Kevin has perfect vision. The eye doctor says no need for glasses and he doesn’t squint or have problems reading. However, I suspect he suffers from a not-so-rare affliction called “guy looking”.
Kevin will be rummaging in the kitchen at night looking for a midnight snack. I’ll hear the fridge door open and within .2 seconds, Kevin will call out, “Chrissie, where are the left over ribs? I can’t find them.” Usually, I’ll be somewhere else and have to yell back, “they’re in there, keep looking”. Now what I don’t know is that Kevin is having an attack of “guy looking”. This seems to occur most frequently when his head is in the refrigerator so I think the condition may be liked to sudden changes in temperature but this is just a theory.
“I can’t find them! What did you do with them?” This is where things start to get ugly. Instead of leaving it neutral with the “I can’t find them”, Kevin has just upped the anty by accusing me of misplacing the ribs. Now, I assure you, our refrigerator is not that big. It only has 3 shelve which are clear so you can easily spot anything in there. At least I can.
By this time, Kevin is getting restless and I have to defend my honor so I have to stop what I’m doing, get up, walk into the kitchen, push him out of the way, and pick up the ribs that were right behind the water.
“Oh, why didn’t you say they were behind something. I wasn’t looking there.” Like I know exactly where each piece of food is in the fridge.
In the interest of preserving our marriage, we have worked out a compromise. Kevin will spend .2 – .3 seconds looking on his own. At which point, he will give up and accuse me of moving/hiding/throwing away the item in question. In response, I will ask – “Are you guy looking?” If he says yes, I will take pity on him since he is obviously suffering from some sort of degenerative disease and walk over and point out the object which is sitting right in front of him. If he says no, then I tell him I have no idea where it is and let him mumble and grumble until he either finds it or admits he is guy looking. (One of the nasty side effects of this condition is an inability to admit fault/wrongness).
If anyone else knows of someone suffering from “guy looking”, let me know. I’m curious how others are dealing with this horrible and debilitating disease.
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My all-time favorite comic strip ever. Man, I miss Opus.
Found this interview with Berke. Gotta love the internet.
Arrrgh
Oh my goodness, this is too funny. According to this site, if I were a pirate, my name would be….
Mad Charity Roberts – Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Two things complete your pirate persona: style and swagger. Maybe a little too much swagger sometimes — but who really cares? Arr!”
Yup, that’s me alright, stylish and crazy! If you get a good name, post it in the guestbook so we can all get a good laugh (or arrrgh, depending on ones taste…)