Both Sides of Everything

The Dangers of Carb Diets...

                     
                     
                     
                     

Speaking of Being Married to a Nerd....

                         

If you can't resist the heat, stay out of the kitchen

                        

Appreciating Literature...

                          

Marriage, Hemmorhoids & Grey Hair

So some people say that marriage is hard work.
        Yeah, supposedly it takes a while to learn the delicate dance of give and take.
You refuse to dance with me, so that doesn't really apply to us.
        Oh, not that again.....
Hey, you brought it up. I was talking about marriage and you turn it into a dance. Which you won't do.
       Argn....look I didn't mean....it was a metaphorical dance, okay? Let's stay on topic now...
Right. Marriage. Hard work. Except, it's not really. Not for us, anyway. Of course, maybe we're still in the honeymoon phase.
        Right. And have been for years. Years you also spent laughing at me every time I even remotely tried to make a rhythmic move, by the way.
Ah see, dancing again. Always the dancing with you. You're a dance-tease, is what you are. Anyway, we're about to enter the 7th year. Any itching? Burning? Discomfort? Oh wait, wrong malady...
        You telling me you got 'rhoids..?
I don't think that's appropriate for public consumption and...eww, I just grossed myself out. But wait, does that mean that this 'blog is like an marital hemmorhoid cream? And what is a marital hemmorhoid anyway? And more importantly, is that how you spell hemmorhoid??
        ........okay, you're freaking me out a little here. Marital hemmorho-...hemmorrho-hemaroo....Argh! Do you have them or not?? You were the one talking about itching. Oh wait...did you mean you have like an 'itch' you want 'scratched'? Heheh Nudge nudge wink wink...
Hey buddy, hands where I can see them, not feel them. Maybe now's a good time to put up one of your cartoons. Hey, how about one of those where you take something really traumatic in my life and make a joke of it. Those are great. Really.
        Hmmm that does always work. And they're not about your so-called traumas, dear. They're about my journey of understanding the unfathomable mystery called woman. Or rather: wife. Heh.
Oh, I'll get mine, mister. I'll get mine. And by mine, I mean you, of course. So laugh it up. My time will come. And by my I mean your.
       See? Unfathomable...

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