“Boo!” I say as my wife enters the master bedroom.

She sneers at me and says with an annoyed tone. “Will you stop saying that?”

Confused, I lower my phone from which I was reading and ask, “huh?”

“You say that all the time and it’s annoying.”

“Boo?”

“Yeah, stop it.”

“Sorry? It’s just a form of ‘Hi’. I didn’t realize-”

Our seven year old daughter calls out from where she is taking a shower in the attached master bathroom in an excited tone. “Mommy!”

My wife enters the bath area and then into the small alcove that houses our toilet. “Megan you need to start flushing after you are done!”

With angst in her voice, “sorry mommy.”

My wife says “saying sorry isn’t enough, you have to change it. You just can’t keep saying your sorry without actually changing your behavior.”

So i’m sitting there wondering how much of her dialogue is directed towards our daughter and how much of it is residual from her snappish remark to me.

I love my wife but I truly wonder if it is a gift we men die before women do.

Today is groundhogs day… I could swear I already wrote about this….

So what’s been going on over the past two months?

It’s winter, kids get sick –> I get sick

Wife gets sick –> I get sick

Couple of holidays in there.

Couple of birthdays in there.

Did I mention the whole family has been getting sick? My wife was down for almost two weeks straight which meant I had to do just about everything around the house while she was pretty much bed ridden. It wasn’t pretty but we survived.

Also during the entire month of December I was suffering from a serious case of the blahs. I just had no real motivation for doing anything beyond what needed to be done. It was weird as I have never suffered from depression (that I know of.. wink wink nudge nudge) but for the entire month I just felt like blah. I didn’t feel like doing much of anything. I wasn’t “depressed” but it was just more of a tired and run down kinda thing.

My cat, Bruiser, just jumped on my lap and is half laying upon my fingers, which are protecting my keyboard, and half on my gut. Not very comfortable for typing.

I started cleaning up my Mr. Kobayashi story and am trying to get it into second draft status. For some reason I am finding this extremely difficult. I think its the time involved more than anything. With writing things just flow out but with second drafts you have to look forward and back and have to make sure you keep things in line which to my squirrel mind is very difficult. Still it is something that needs to be done.

Did i mention Bruiser weighs fifteen pounds and is intentionally trying to wiggle himself out over the tips of fingers to land upon the keyboard of my laptop.

He is so heavy(fat).

While I’m typing this I’m also updating all of the WordPress plugins and apps in another browser window. Yeah multi distractions!

Jesus Christ! 1349 spam comments on my site. I had no idea I had won that many Nigerian lottery prizes. I’m thinking I need to stop blabbering and start answering if I am ever going to collect my moneys.

My cat is fat. He is purring so loudly though 🙂

I am thinking I need to setup some other filters to route all that spam comment crap 🙁

Why do things have to be so stupid? I mean seriously (1st world problems) why do third world people have to waste my time cleaning up after they go around spamming everything on the web?

Now my laptop is on top of my cat. He isn’t like this too much (devilish grin)

Hey it worked, he got irritated, not unlike me, and decided to jump off.

Well all the stuff is updated so I’m going to end this rant and go clean a litter box. Now don’t get all envious of my exciting life.