i was always worried about his inevitable second chin

so up front i have to warn you, i'm just not as funny as my partner in blog crime... but here's what i got:

we all know that feeling. that wake up and look at the clock and think to yourself, "that can't be right" feeling. so you blink a couple of times, dimly aware that it's a little too sunny in your bedroom. yup. it's 7:15. you were supposed to be at work at 7:00. and yet, it's 7:15. then it begins. "MOTHER &%*$@#&!!!!!!" so you run around like a chicken with your head cut off, trying to decide how stinky you really are, running out the door half dressed with most of your stuff still strewn around the apartment (as opposed to in your bag where it's supposed to be). how many of those days end up going well? at least the sox won.

my subject refers to thing that i resentfully said over dinner with my girlfriends the other night. the point wasn't really the maligning of the ex-es but, what with the aforementioned smoldering resentment, i couldn't resist. i would feel bad about it, but for the amusing consequence of one of the gals laughing so hard that she snarfed water all over the place.

number one favorite thing about post-season baseball, immediately followed by presidential election: easy way to avoid reality television. a little too much anxiety though- i don't have any fingernails left.