OK, so last night my wife and I watched our usual Sunday night programs of Sopranos and Big Love. As we’re going to bed, I said to Jenn, “Ya know…………I feel weird every time we finish watching Big Love.” She just started laughing and said that she did too.
It’s only on Sunday’s just before I go to bed. The rest of the week, I’m fine. I mean it’s not like I finish watching Sopranos and then say, “I’m sick Don at work. All he does all day is fuckin’ bitch and whine about everything. Next time he opens his mouth and asks ‘Hey Spider (because he thinks he’s Joe Pesci in Goodfellas), can you run me an allocation report? I don’t know how to do it’, I’m gonna fuckin’ wack him! How many times can I show this fuckin’ prick?!?” NO! I don’t! I may want to, but I don’t. So what is it about Big Love that makes me feel like I have all of these other responsibilities outside of my household?
Am I the only freak here?
Also......on a separate note: Hey.............Yankees!! Can we stay above .500 for more than one day now? BTW........baseball (or any sport for that matter) looks awesome in Hi-Def!
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I found your site through your honey. LIke your blog.
And your little one is beautiful!
Take care,
Lisa
I say Whack em!! He's a pain in the ass!!!
"Woke up this mornin'. Got myself a gun."
stop talking about the yankees - who cares -- watch the mets! woo hoo!
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