Sunday, October 01, 2006

Oh Dear


Well, I did something stupid, and I ended up having to sleep...alone...on the pull out couch in the den last night.

Anybody want to guess what I did? (Please remember, this is a family show, and my thumb hovers over the erase button at all times.)

10 comments:

Pastor_Jeff said...

Well, speaking from experience it could be just about anything.

You don't seem to be dumb enough to have answered the death trap question: "Do these make me look fat?"


In fact, I'm not going with marital strife at all: You invited over friends with a large family without first checking with the wife, so you had to bunk solo to make room.

Walrus said...

You consumed large quantities of garlic without giving your wife a chance to do same, thereby making cohabititation in the same room impossible.

Been there, done that. :oD

PatHMV said...

You wrenched a knee playing basketball with younger folk and couldn't walk upstairs?

Uncle Mikey said...

Chiliburgers for dinner?

Pogo said...

Oh! Oh! Oh!
It's a trick question; I know this one!

You're not in your own house.

No?

Well, then I'll have to go with:
1. forgotten birthday/anniversary/first date
2. You insulted her sister. Again.
3. Yous said, "Then just go on a diet."

Walrus said...

OK, that's enough, Greg. Time to spill the beans. Or you'll offend your loyal readership and we'll all boycott you. Permanently. Or for a day or two...

SippicanCottage said...

Walrus- You're not following along closely:

Why I slept on the couch, revealed, sorta

Walrus said...

Hmm, you're still holding out on us. That doesn't explain the "alone". Which is why I missed it.

SippicanCottage said...

Ah Walrus, I have made a mistake. I thought you weren't following along closely, when of course you are following along all too closely.

My lovely wife will not sleep on another floor from her toddler son. We shipped out one son to his grandmother's, she slept in his bed, upstairs, and I got the couch/bed downstairs. Dislocation! Alienation! Agony!

My wife got a laugh from the garlic comment. We're both stuffed with it at all times.

Walrus said...

You don't know garlic till you've had a shawarma from Mr. Shawarma. Along with the deep-fried potatoes smothered in yet more garlic sauce.

Yes, we have Lebanese fast food here, and only a block away. My kids are addicted.

Mind you, my MIL's marinated eggplants are pretty potent too. Usually we stink in unison, so it's not an issue.