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Thursday, May 15, 2003
It was a dark and snorey night...
So I was doing some work at home tonight and not blogging. Just sitting on the floor with the laptop....
Laptop story: I had always wanted a laptop but could never quite convince my wife to let me get one. Honestly I didn't really have a good reason to get one other than that general male gotta-have-it compulsion that makes us so darn endearing and childlike. Fortunately, like most things that you wish for, an opportunity will eventually present itself if you only wait and know where to look for it. Some call it opportunism. I call it fate.
This July, my wife and I will have been married twenty years. When we got married way back in the day we were po', which is poorer than poor, so what my wife got in the way of a wedding ring was best described by my late grandmother as "cute". Since that day my po' wife has borne the stigma of a "cute" wedding ring which is a stigma that is beyond the reckoning of mortal man. Fortunately (and with no help from the Bush administration...you didn't think I would leave them out, did you?) we're not po no mo, so after much discussion I relented and said that for our upcoming 20th, she could get a new ring. Within a week or two she had found The Ring and what a ring it was. It was big. Damn big. So big, in fact, that it is referred to by our friends as the BFR. Of course, it goes without saying, there had to be something in it for me, above and beyond her being my little lovepoodle of course. Hence the laptop with the big 16.6" screen, which is, of course, referred to by my friends as the BFL, because my friends are nothing if not consistent as well as being possessed of limited verbal skills. And that is my laptop story.
...so anyway, I was sitting on the floor tonight doing some work, leaning up against the couch, when Satchmo the Wonder Basset decided he would lie behind me and prop his head on my shoulder while he got yet more of his much deserved 19 hours of sleep a day.
If you've never done work with a softly snoring basset's head on your shoulder you haven't lived...at least you haven't lived at my house.
That's the only point I wanted to make here.
Go forth and spread the word.
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