I'm sitting on my couch, drinking a Blue Moon Summer Ale (<--- Delicioso), watching the the METS and El Duque match up against John Smoltz and the Braves. As much as I've always found the Braves to be mind numbingly boring, although this year I have John Smoltz on my Fantasy team so I've found myself actually watching a few games.
So... Some things are right in the world. Baseball in the summer, beer in the hand, life is good. Unfortunately, next to me a storm cloud is gathering.
Yup.
The wifey is writing thank you notes.
Now, there are very rarely times when I'm not glad to be a man. Never have I been more glad though, then during the planning for the wedding. Quite simply, men have it easy during wedding planning. Real easy. My entire job consisted of making sure that there was enough wine in the house to get the soon to be wifey through all of the trials and tribulations of being a bride. (Now, that was no small amount of wine, but still, not a hard job. Figuring out where to seat everyone so that everyone would be happy? Harder job. Wine helped though.)
Anyways, the wifey is writing thank you notes. It's a little scary, and she keeps stealing my beer. And she's only on the third note.
So the wifey is writing notes, and while I'm being supportive-ish, my brother is spooning the dogface on the other couch. Honestly, I think they're going to have puppies soon. (They do make quite a cute couple, actually.) What would you call that? An Irish/ Italian/ English/ Scottish/ Boxer/ German Shephard? Probably couldn't give those puppies away. They would certainly be stubborn as hell.
Anyways, I think I have to go hide now.
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Supportive-ish?!? Doesn't that imply some sort of help? Support, like writing out the envelopes... they are your gifts too.
Sorry for the blog screaming, but he went to sleep because he has to get up early for this thing called... work. What is that?
For anyone out there that is waiting on a thank you note. Don't check the mail anytime soon. This is a long process, and I am only on his family. So check the mail in about 10 months. That should be the approximate time of arrival.
If only I could spell, things would be so much easier!
AV
stubborn as hell? most definitely. but let's be honest, who doesn't love clementine and i? she's good at slipping the tongue and i'm good at mumbling sarcasm under my breath.
Great.
So your offspring will be sarcastic bitches that like to French kiss.
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