Travel & Lifestyle Freelance Writer | Market Research Consultant
How do you know your husband is a saint?
He doesn’t kill you (or even get mad!) when you spill a cup of coffee on his laptop 1.5 weeks before his doctoral thesis is due.
Wow, I’m a lucky woman!
P.S. Don’t worry, his data is fine. Just the keyboard went wonky.
I was having some trouble downloading a file tonight, and Mike came in and saved the day. When he’d fixed it, he started doing his little, “I’m so cool” strut and waggling his hips in a little hotshot dance.
I felt it was my duty to inform him then that his fly was down before everything went too much to his head.
Last week I was telling Mike how, even though I’m not a big dog lover, I got sucked into petting a baby corgi. The thing was just so darn cute!
That’s when he warned me, “Puppies make people make bad decisions.”
Rather cynical, but true.
Mike came across an interesting article from the BBC yesterday that says “Researchers at Emory University, US, said those with smaller testicles were more likely to be involved with nappy changing, feeding and bath time.”
The article continues, “Those at the smaller end of the spectrum were also more likely, according to interviews with the man and the mother, to be more active in parenting duties.”
It makes me curious how difficult it was for the reporter not to write, “Those on the smaller end of the scrotum …”
I’m not sure if my husband has been ignoring my flatulence tonight, legitimately not hearing it because he’s so absorbed in his book, or thinks it’s just an instrument playing in the orchestral melodies currently emanating from my instrumental Pandora station.
On second thought, we’re not listening to jazz, so the trumpet has yet to feature prominently in any of the featured pieces. I guess it’s probably not option C.
Damn.
Here’s Mike the Engineer getting his craft on.
I loved his zeal, but he sure did ask a lot of questions about exact measurements.
