Yeah, but mine can cook. And make armor. And Elizabethan garb.

I can cook. And I could make armor...POWERED ARMOR, WITH BOOT-JETS, LASER GUNS AND ABLATIVE SHIELDING...if only y'all would cough up with the, ahem, aformentioned precious tritium!

I cannot, alas, make Elizabethan garb. I buy that shit at Doctor Doom's yard sales.

Nope. Must be BigLibraryBoss's fault.

Or maybe Amyliz's.

Wait, what?! I'm innocent, I swear!

::runs away to hack up a lung and blow my nose::

Edited because Miracleman really *is* the best unemployed husband ever. Mopping floors. I'm impressed.

ETA: Though wait a sec...isn't this whole "caring for the family" thing what got you fired? Man, I can see why they wouldn't want a guy like that around.

Now, now, it makes sense if you think about from their point of view. It goes something like this:

"I am a soulless robot drone, enslaved by a heartless, uncaring, monolithic corporate entity that daily grinds my spirit away a bit at a time. My life is grey and meaningless...food tastes like ash and sand...television is harsh colorful light in a box that I must watch without ever knowing why...and those that surround me, both at work and at home, are faceless wraiths, empty husks of people equipped only with gaping maws that howl out a constant stream of 'FEEEEEEED USSSSSS'. My life is a barren hellish landscape.

"And this man...this BASTARD of a man...enjoys his life outside of work. He bring light and color into the sacred tomblike workspace and curses its mien, rages at its attempts to crush him and...on purpose...chooses at times to NOT SHOW UP that he may tend to people whom he lo--lllllll...lur...I can say it...whom he....LOVES!!

"We must kills him, my prrrecccciousss, yes, we must kill the evil human-man who has color and happiness, we must crush his breath from him...

"But we are tired, preccciousss Bottom Line. So tired.

"We'll just fire his ass, instead."

I said, "Yeah. I wore them for hours when I was in San Francisco." Then I thought about it. "Then again. I was drunk most of that time."

Hee! Yes, yes you were.

I take it this is another one of those liquers that tastes like licorice.

Anise-esque, yes. Much more herbal and less sweet than Jager.

Miracleman really *is* the best unemployed husband ever. Mopping floors. I'm impressed.

pays for MM to come up to SF and clean her apartment, stocks mucho booze in way of bribery

S'not juliana's fault that the board is ill. I made it through seeing her both Friday and Saturday and did not get the ick. Didn't even get a hangover.

So jealous of Aimee - a hubby who cleans. Boggle. Mine will do laundry, but that is about it.

Didn't even get a hangover.

??

Impressive.

Didn't even get a hangover.

Me neither!! I was just a little slower than usual.

juliana - MM says, "Ask her when she wants me." And then he wiggled his eyebrows.

Me thinks he does not mean the cleaning.

Best. Unemployed. Husband. Ever.

That has to be uncontested. My husband can cook. Will take care of the kids (albeit, he leaves them in jammies all day) and has been known to clean. But never, never all three in one day.

I suspect if he had any length of time off of work, he'd help out between watching UFC on television, eating bologna sandwiches and playing with the kids.

He truly is BUHE.

He is now making dinner.

While I make passes at my friends for him.

While I make passes at my friends for him.

:) I have a burly Canadian here who might have to look disapprovingly at you.