she said:
potato chips are not a vegetable. they have no nutritional value.
he said:
do you spell potatoes with -s or -es?
she said:
what do you think, dan quayle?
he said:
hmm. potatoes are vegetables. with that in mind, chips of potatoes are also even if they are made with the help of oils, and other unhealthy elements. plus, you can eat them with french onion dip. need i say more.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
plumbing
every couple who owns an old house has a plumbing story. this is ours.
the time: opening day, 2008. the place: our basement.
my mother lives with us. on opening day last year, she woke me up at 7am to tell me the toilet in the downstairs bathroom had overflown. when she was taking the towels downstairs she had used to wipe up, she noticed the pipe was dripping water. great. mom went off to work, and i got up to find a plumber. brian continued to snore.
when you are first starting out, you have yet to establish a "go to" list of various service personnel - plumbers, furnace fixers, electricians, tree trimmers, etc. so i called my dad and he suggested we try dick scott plumbing (you may have seen their ads - a toilet that has the caption "have a seat on us!").
around 10 brian left for opening day and i was left to wait for the plumber. to make a long story short, the second plumber who came opened the clean-out in the basement pipe. sewage literally flew out, erupting like an alien from a stomach, covering the unsuspecting plumber, the walls, and the floor. i was mortified. it disturbs me that there is a plumber who drives past our house and thinks, "there's the shit house".
the poor plumber worked on our pipe and eventually brian came stumbling through the front door. he also was remorseful towards the plumber, offering him everything from a tshirt to potato chips and beer. i told brian to shut up and go sit down. he had unfortunately brought two friends home with him to finish watching the game. they held their noses politely for about 20 minutes until they ran for the hills.
finally the plumber asked if it would be alright if he came back tomorrow. i said sure, then made brian drive to target with me to procure a variety of cheap mops, sponges, and sterilizing agents. i wiped down walls and brian was in charge of mopping, which he was not doing to my, uh, satisfaction. and i was already kind of testy. i yelled, i screamed, i was mean. brian stomps off to take some stuff out to the trash and never comes back. eventually, i go through the house calling for him. no brian. the cars were both in the driveway, so i wonder if he got pissed and walked somewhere.
you know where he was? passed out on the couch in front of the tv. bastard.
the time: opening day, 2008. the place: our basement.
my mother lives with us. on opening day last year, she woke me up at 7am to tell me the toilet in the downstairs bathroom had overflown. when she was taking the towels downstairs she had used to wipe up, she noticed the pipe was dripping water. great. mom went off to work, and i got up to find a plumber. brian continued to snore.
when you are first starting out, you have yet to establish a "go to" list of various service personnel - plumbers, furnace fixers, electricians, tree trimmers, etc. so i called my dad and he suggested we try dick scott plumbing (you may have seen their ads - a toilet that has the caption "have a seat on us!").
around 10 brian left for opening day and i was left to wait for the plumber. to make a long story short, the second plumber who came opened the clean-out in the basement pipe. sewage literally flew out, erupting like an alien from a stomach, covering the unsuspecting plumber, the walls, and the floor. i was mortified. it disturbs me that there is a plumber who drives past our house and thinks, "there's the shit house".
the poor plumber worked on our pipe and eventually brian came stumbling through the front door. he also was remorseful towards the plumber, offering him everything from a tshirt to potato chips and beer. i told brian to shut up and go sit down. he had unfortunately brought two friends home with him to finish watching the game. they held their noses politely for about 20 minutes until they ran for the hills.
finally the plumber asked if it would be alright if he came back tomorrow. i said sure, then made brian drive to target with me to procure a variety of cheap mops, sponges, and sterilizing agents. i wiped down walls and brian was in charge of mopping, which he was not doing to my, uh, satisfaction. and i was already kind of testy. i yelled, i screamed, i was mean. brian stomps off to take some stuff out to the trash and never comes back. eventually, i go through the house calling for him. no brian. the cars were both in the driveway, so i wonder if he got pissed and walked somewhere.
you know where he was? passed out on the couch in front of the tv. bastard.
Monday, February 9, 2009
i started it
she said:
this blog is about the little things that make up marriage. the ups and downs and in-betweens.
we'll figure it out. eventually.
this blog is about the little things that make up marriage. the ups and downs and in-betweens.
we'll figure it out. eventually.
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