Monday, February 9, 2009


Warning: Objects may actually be more disgusting than they appear.

I came home from work late because of a phone conference with the very inconsiderate Canadians and their damn time difference. Eh? As I walked in, I was shocked to discover two new developments. The first was that Angie apparently lets Tom head butt pumpkins while I am at work. I congratulated her on this unique feeding technique, but she was too busy interrupting me with the second big surprise. Eh?

'They're carrots, moron. Anyway, guess what? Dinner is ready!'

With Angie, cooking normally means one of three things:

a) take-out food
b) microwave
c) fire

I could deduce from the lack of smoke and acrid stench that our kitchen was safe. I made a couple innocent comments about meals that go ding! and suddenly defensive Angie was trying to explain to me that it was a home cooked meal. It just wasn't cooked in our home. Eh?

The pizza from casa de Liberty's was excellent. Angie had been feeling like shit all day, but I think the grease pie helped. That and when I came home, of course. My keen sense of feelings is so in touch with its feminine side that it told Angie to sit down and relax. Then some other voice in my head told me to have all three boys jump up and down on Angie's lap. Eh?

Warning: Objects with fake smiles may actually be more pissed at you than they appear.

Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I played with you Memory.
David: When Peter sleep with mommy in bed.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When Mama is sick.
David: When Tom's crying.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play Peter the Hunchback.
David: When Mama came.


  1. Me thinks you get the couch tonight.

  2. Me and the couch became good friends long ago :-)

  3. Yeah, those Canucks. My former boss – he lived on cold pizza, biked home from NYC to Kingston every Friday night for 10 hours, with bags of Good & Plenty and All Sorts for his chow!

    He's nuts but I liked him.

  4. I can't imagine why Angie would be mad with three kids like that on her lap. ;)

  5. CRT: I love cold pizza! I can do without long bike rides, though. Happy (belated) Birthday, by the way.