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Boy, there’s nothing like having the wife out of town for a few days to disabuse me of any notions I might have that she’s holding me back from some sort of ‘rock star’ lifestyle.
Not that I ever had any of those notions, of course. I’ve known for years that she’s pretty much the only reason I’m able to live and work among other humans. On my own, I’d revert to an unshaven, drooling, filthy outcast, shunned by society and pointed at by small children.
The really amazing thing is that the reversion apparently only takes about a day to kick in. Looks like the fine line is even thinner than I thought. Peachy.
Anyway, I’ve been on my own for about thirty-six hours now. I drove my wife to the airport yesterday morning. Since then, I have:
On the other hand, in the past thirty-six hours, I have not:
Clearly, I’m not qualified to be on my own, folks. I’m barely qualified to zip my own pants at this point.
(And hey, look — I’m wearing sweats. No zipper on those puppies. So there’s one less thing to worry about, anyway.)
Ah, well. I suppose it could be worse. At least I’ve got the dog to keep me company. And to lick that stuff off my pillow. And slurp the dishes clean, so I don’t have to decipher the dishwasher. And all in return for a pat on the head, an occasional walk, and all the Snausages she can eat. Pretty sweet deal for both of us, if you ask me.
Of course, the really important thing to know is that in another thirty-six hours or so, my wife will be back, and I’ll be back to normal. Or ‘tolerable’. Would you believe ‘passable’? ‘Marginally presentable’? How about ‘still annoying as hell but not quite as ass-kick-worthy’? Any of the above? Meh.
Whatever. I’m going back to watching football and playing video games. I’ve made it halfway through this little odyssey, and I’m gonna try getting through the rest of it the same way. I just hope my joystick thumbs and frozen burrito supply hold up. Until Tuesday, that’s about all I’ve got. Catch you later, folks.Permalink | 8 Comments
hahaha thats so funny! im that way when my wife is away. im a bum who does nothing, dont shower (and i shower everyday!)
i just had to comment on that, its halarious :)
good luck :)
I just ‘exploded’ here and I had to comment on this post. It was sooooooooo funny. My husband is currently out of town, and our roles are somewhat reversed. I’m terrible about housework, I hate it. So the house doesn’t look nearly as clean as it does when he’s here. Yes, I’m a domestically challenged woman. LOL! I’ll be back to see how you’re faring. HeeHee.
hilarious because when none of the roommates were around, i’d do just that… why is it that we only care when someone else is watching…
…and two hours before she returns home, are you planning to do the Mad Dash O’Clean-Up before she sees the state of the place and that man she calls “husband”?
Better git yer runnin’ shoes on, buddy.
Just stopped in from blog explosion and your post made me laugh. I do the same thing when my fiance is away from home. Civilization would not exist without women. Thanks for the chuckles and good luck! Just make sure you straighten up before she comes back.
My perspective on it is that if I wear the same clothes for the entire time, there’s less laundry to do. And with a proper tip, the pizza delivery guy will stop off and get you beer.
Of course, nothing can be substituted for snorting cocaine off a hooker’s back. Or so I’ve heard.
Well, I’d glad to hear you didn’t swap fashion tips or spit with Courtney Love.
Because that would just be…ewwwww. ;-)
If my nuts were that hard to crack, I wouldn’t be eating them.