Thursday, October 30, 2008
Ads allure us to “come on out and experience the Giganto-Corn Maze!” That’s just what one would want to do after spending days, weeks and years negotiating buildings riddled with hallways and work cubicles, right? At my advanced age, everyday is like a Corn Maze. Me: “Dear where are my socks?” My Long Suffering Wife: “They’re in the drawer in the bathroom, like always.” Me: “Dear, where is the bathroom?” MLSW: “Down the hall, like always.” Me: “Dear, where’s the hallway?” MLSW: “#@%*<>~@##%**!”... Sign in to see full entry.
Frightday, finally
My wife laughed uncontrollably, “nice costume” she finally blurted out, “what are you, cottage cheese gone bad?” You see, I had just climbed from the shower and was, er, well, nekkid if you must know. I am pretty well past the time of dressing up in silly costumes, getting drunk and throwing up on them. The costume stores won’t take them back if that happens you know. I still puzzle about what to do with the Wonder Woman costume with the red wine stains down the front. In fact, I don’t remember... Sign in to see full entry.