My lovely blogging wife has signed me up with my own blog. Up to this point I never had any kind of urge to blog. Still don't. But I suspect it's kinda like that weird sweater you got for Christmas from your Aunt Unibrow, you know, the one with the frolicking emu. It appeals in some odd way that you know may become a cherished gift, something you wear for job interviews under your suit, causing you to sweat profusely due to it's woolen nature. Then you start to itch and eventually you are so distracted that you can't even hear the questions the interviewer asks you so you mumble something about bacon. Of course you don't get the job so it really shouldn't be considered a lucky sweater, but it is.
Which is to say, thank you, lovely and talented and beautiful wife, for the gift of Blog. One day we shall unite our creative forces and become the next Burns and Allen, except we'll be Hoffman and Hoffman. Or maybe just Hoffman squared.
5 comments:
I love you smoochypants!
You're weird! But since you're my husband's best friend, what does that say about me? (I still haven't figured that out)
Andrea doesn't understand. In fact, she has several nieces and nephews and I've seen her eye-ing the frolicking llama sweaters in the clearance aisle of Dollar General. If they come down another fifty cents so that they're finally under 75 cents each, I think she will buy them all and finish her Christmas shopping in one fell swoop. That's how she rolls.
I'm not offended. Actually my people prefer the term "quirky" but we're used to such ignorance. Since I work at a tech firm I've come to know quite a few truly weird individuals and I can honestly say that they are nice, albeit single and lonely and smelly, individuals.
And THAT is why I wash.
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