Upon extensive reflection, I think I'm going to let the Zippy Giblet tale stand as is, incomplete. This is not, as one might think, due to my fear of retaliation by the more hardcore fans out there (harrypotterismybabydaddy39@hotmail.com, I'm lookin' at you). Rather, I am very lazy...uh...I mean...I have so much respect for the source material that I dare not taint it further.
However, I plan on writing a Star Trek fanfic chapter soon, so you can all look forward to me not finishing THAT, assuming I start it in the first place, which I am not going to do riiiiiiiight...NOW.
We moved an entire metric crapload of our stuff into a storage shed Saturday and Sunday, and my back and I have been arguing about it all day today. It all started when I tried to put on my shoes, and ended when my back started throwing dishes and accused me of playing video games too much. To illustrate to my back just how serious I am, I'm planning to go to the driving range later. She and I may not work out. And yes, my back is a girl. A whiny, impetulant girl.
Anyway, as a direct result of the massive getridosh*t move this weekend, we were able to condense most of our remaining stuff downstairs, into the living room. To prepare my wife for life in one bedroom (at least, as far as our belongings are concerned), I thought it would be a good idea to see how much we could fit comfortably into one room. Planning, you see.
Thus, our bed is in the middle of the living room.
This is, for all intents and purposes, the coolest thing ever. Now I don't even have to sit up in bed - I can use my buttcheeks to inch myself to the foot of the bed far enough to eventually just slide over onto the sofa. My feet won't even touch the ground. A couple of extension cords for the game controllers and fresh batteries in the TiVo remotes makes the deal even sweeter.
Now, if I can only convince Julia that we need an armrest-mounted Diet Coke dispenser and a tube full of styrofoam cups...
All right, then. My back just started yelling and threw all my clothes out of an upstairs window, so I gotta go give her the ol' Back o' Me Hand treatment. Don't wait up.
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If your back doesn't start playing nice, I'ma hafta tell that b!+@# to get out!
ReplyDeleteIn other news...so far I am a fan of the living room/bedroom combo. The dogs still don't quite know how to process it and there was a lot of barking/wrestling this morning before I was ready to get out of bed, but otherwise the plan is a success.
You can have your armrest-mounted soda devices, as soon as a I get my life-size Jensen Ackles poster mounted to the ceiling above the bed. Fair exchange, I think.
You and your brooding, puckering WB/CW channel angsty tough guys...
ReplyDeleteI don't think that's entirely even. You could USE the armrest soda fountain, but I couldn't USE the Jensen Ackles poster.
The only fair thing would be to throw in a life-size Gina Torres poster to sweeten the deal. And it would have to show that part of her where her legs and her back meet each other.
It's only fair.
Hola, Family Mitschke. Nothing interesting to say. Just a general wuz-up.
ReplyDeleteSunday golf day. Hooray!