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The Zen of Being Annoyed
If you can picture an almost-thirtysomething, unkempt, elongated-stubble-sporting man…
• one-handedly maneuvering a double-jogging stroller (carrying boy-and-girl twins wearing boy-and-girl versions of the same hoodie) around garbage cans and parked cars;
• keeping a leash (attached to an ecstatic, wayward canine for whom the current situation is like a trip to Disneyland) wrapped around the wrist of that same stroller-driving first hand;
• attempting to navigate email, Facebook, and Twitter on a cell phone with the second hand;
• bending over every few steps to to sip coffee through a straw because the stroller cup-holder’s well-meaning death-grip prohibits one-handed removal; and
• periodically wiping said coffee leaking from a “spill-proof” travel mug off the stroller handle;
…you have a pretty accurate picture of what my morning walk is like.
Sounds annoying, right? Well, guess what? I love it.
That’s just how I stroll.
Whispering Meat Nothings
Last night, with the lights out (it’s less dangerous), just as I was about to drift off to sleep, my wife leaned over to whisper in my ear.
Aw, I thought, how nice. She wants to tell me she loves me one more time before falling asleep, and if I’m lucky, she may even want to consumate said love.
But instead, with conviction, she murmured the following:
We need… to get… some bacon.
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After laughing so hard I almost woke up the Twins, I gave the only sane response to this suggestion:
Absolutely. We DO.
And that’s just one of many reasons my wife is awesome.
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