Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Choose your own adventure.

In the darkness of our bedroom, in one corner a noisy box fan rearranging the 88 degree air in our bedroom, on the bed two sweaty adults lying awake...

"Come on - give me a kiss."
"No. You smell like a Phish concert."
"Aw, quit being so sensitive."

And what would the appropriate response be?

(The best I could come up with at the time was sanctimonious, piercing silence, which is rarely perceived as "sanctimonious" or "piercing" and seen more as just "silence" to those that smell like Phish concerts.)

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Yeah, I cried a little.

We went to Winthrop over the 4th again this year. It was beautiful fun stuff. I'm slowly recovering, mostly from a swollen head and heart. Can you blame me?

If pride truly is a sin, I'm goin straight to hell.