Holy Mackerel

We decided to have a nice family night on the weekend, and ended up watching Deliverance . What? We played Hearts afterwards, so it's all good. Mr. Handsome (who is apparently reading my blog again -- read it and weep , buddy) said the movie was entirely inappropriate, and he walked around all serious-like and feigned authoritative license, and then said dinner was ready and we were to shut off the television. I let him know, in no uncertain terms, that the stuff he has allowed the kids to watch (including all those video games that do nothing but glorify violence, blood and gore) is so much worse than anything on Deliverance . Oh, and we won't even go into watching Die Hard on Christmas Eve, and stating that it's a perfectly fine movie to watch on Christmas Eve because -- hello! -- it takes place at Christmas time. Or, how about WWF Smack Down wrestling matches? Or those caged wrestling matches you and Dee seem to adore? Yeah, let's talk about that for a moment, s...

Who knew that hunting for school supplies could lead one to an old girlfriend, a disagreement, and lots of "umms" and "errrs" from an embarrassed husband? That's right. And right before our 18th anniversary, which is today, by the way. Happy Anniversary, dear. One of Mr. Handsome's many jobs around the house is to get the kids' school supplies ready for the school year. And he does it very well, I might add. What he doesn't do so well is make sure framed photos of his ex-girlfriend are not also in the box of said school supplies. Oh yes he did. Oh, he tried to hide the evidence. Obviously, after 18 years of marriage, he still doesn't know how detail-oriented I am, how I see everything, hear everything. Know. Everything. I grabbed the gold-framed photo of his ex (who, I might add, at first glance looked a lot like a younger version of Mr. Handsome), and asked for an explanation. Folks, there was none. Surprised? Me neither. I asked how he'd f...