Thanks, Sparky!

My* husband is gonna read my mind. And proofread it, too. Notice the part where I'm thirty-two and single?

I have given up on the mind reading thing with Dave. It doesn't work. I have learned to just tell him what I need from him. Much less hassle all around.

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Oh frell. I forgot there is no watching of any other chanels for the next two weeks or I will be spoiled. Feh.

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I have given up on the mind reading thing with Dave. It doesn't work. I have learned to just tell him what I need from him. Much less hassle all around.

Crap. That works? The one thing I haven't tried. Huh.

I hope you'll stop being so hard on yourself, Gud. Perfection is damn near impossible to attain. Give yourself a break once in a while. No matter what others' expectations are.

I watched about five minutes of the big Olympics show last night. Then I popped in a dvd. Probably a good thing I declined going to two seperate Olympics watching parties last night. Question, though. Both parties had a fondue theme going on. Is there some kind of connection between Olympics and fondue?

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And proofread it, too.

Next person I like? Should have this feature. And be able to translate what I say into what I actually mean.

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Is there some kind of connection between Olympics and fondue?

Oh! When I move to Portland and all y'all come to visit me? There is a fab restaurant that has a bar menu - with happy hour prices (unlisted on the menu I found) - to kill for, including fondue and cheese plates. Called bluehour, they partnered with Artisanal Cheese in New York. Oh man...

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Aghhhh! Cassie! Did you see the Reeses commercial with Tony Kanaan?!?!?!

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Grammar squad needed:

At the grocery store, a sign that advertises the in-store cafe:

Try our taco's

At the gas station, on the propane cylinder exchange preprinted notice:

...this change will effect consumers...

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I also really fucked up by not getting chocolate for my wife during that trip, so she's still quite angry.

Gud, if forgetting chocolate is "really fucked up", what happens when you grease the stairs and everyone falls down? What happens when you undercook chicken and give everybody salmonella? What happens when you leave the baby alone in the bathtub?

Forgetting chocolate at the grocery store is not "really fucked up". It's "oops, honey, sorry about that." No matter how badly the chocolate was wanted, nobody is going to die without it. Nobody's even going to get sick.

Seems like I can't get through a day without making a mistake.

Who can? Seriously, who do you think can? I can't.

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Did you see the Reeses commercial with Tony Kanaan?!?!?!

No. I've been on a steady diet of dvds and dvr'd shows. I'll look for it.

t time passes t remotes are clicked

Okay, just told the tv to watch various and sundry Daytona shows on Speed so hopefully it will be watched for me.

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Gud, I'm so sorry, and you know, Betsy is right.

Maybe the kindest thing you could say when you get in "trouble" for honest mistakes like forgetting to buy chocolate, would be something along the lines of, "Yeah, I did. I didn't mean to, but I did. You need to deal. One way to deal would be to get off your ass and go buy the frigging chocolate."

Fighting is sometimes nobler than suffering in silence. Kinder. To both of you. And your kids.

Signed,
Have Bitched at Spouse for Petty Things, and am Glad He Refused to Take My Bullshit

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