Mostly this has consisted of aligning a lazy boy for optimum viewing of the flat-screen TV. But then, the other day, he came home with a pin-up calendar. I found it hiding in the closet at first.
Me: Uhh...[picking up the calendar like a stinky sock]...what's this?
The Hub: [smirk] What? It's a calendar, lady. Steve gave it to me.
Me: Lovely. I never liked Steve, you know.
A few days later--nay, it was more like minutes later--the calendar had been hung next to the flat-screen TV. You know, in perfect alignment with the lazy-boy. FOR OPTIMUM VIEWING...um...PLEASURE.
So, while he was in the hospital last night, getting shots of morphine, I added some loving touches to his man-cave to welcome him home fondly:
How long 'til he notices, you think? I give it minutes, signaled by muffled protests of marital suffocation from behind the computer room door. (And followed by demands for things like pillows, water, and more morphine. Baby Tylenol is kinda close, right?)
In other news, I have like the sweetest spammers ever:
And in the spirit of neverending self-promotion, I've got another post up over at The Cradle! Go throw tomatoes at me or something! Babies? Breast implants?