July 3, 2004
Marriage Episode V: The Buchwalds Strike Back
Sleeping in is great. It’s one of those thinsg that just sends tinglies down your spine and warm in your chest. That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, but it sounds good, so I’m going with it. Of coruse, it’s not really sleeping in when your wife wakes you up real early, then immediately lets you go back to sleep. It’s more like an interrupted continuation of sleep that accurs after waking. But hey, at least it’s more sleep. And it’s not like I have to turn into a cockroach to do it, so on the whole I think it’s fairly snazzing.
Amy can’t tell our socks apart. Which is amusing to me, because her feet are 17 sizes smaller than mine. Apparently they all morph into equally-sized balls of sock when folded, and this in where the actual problem lies. We must seek a way to destroy the size-mutating socks, for the good of the land! Underwear is a rather silly thing to fold. It goes on your butt, and you don’t show if off to other people if you can help it. It’s therefore okay to just toss in the dresser to save time. Yet, I still fold underwear for her. I’m just that nice. Or masochistic, it’s really the same thing sometimes. The rent check was sitting on my desk because it had just run a 10-mile marathon and was pretty tired. You’d be sitting after that, too. Also, you use a meat tenderiser to tenderise meat. I know, I know. That wasn’t obvious. I also use it to pound meet into uniform thickness. Not only does this help it cook more evenly, but it makes taking the surface integral of the meat just that much easier!
She let me buy the Lego Stardestroyer so I suppose I’ll have to let things slide until she buys $100 more of scrapbook supplies. Then we’ll be even. THough still pretty odd.