Dude hangs out around the house amusing strangers on the internet with klonopin-fueled tales of the bizarre and semiotically-driven political punditry—for FREE—while she works, and then dude magnanimously washes dishes on her birthday. Oh, hell yeah, Jeff, you got it made.
Just a note on the cross-cultural nature of the Yin vs. Yang battle:
My Significant Other, who grew up in the Soviet Union, told me that when she was a kid her father once gave her mother a pair of rubber dishwashing gloves for her birthday. Practical, even thoughtful, and not that easy to get in their part of the world. Her mother didn’t speak to her father for a week.
T/W: It’s a small world, yes it is, after all…. C’mon, everybody!
Heh heh heh, Bill. Seriously: if you’re looking for one of those “Ukrainian women want to meet you!” outfits that doesn’t already have your name red-flagged, then I’m afraid I can’t help you.
Speaking just for myself… any task my husband performs on my birthday, Valentine’s Day, or Mother’s Day that isn’t part of his usual routine is a precious gem, no matter how small. Of course, I’d love for him to take on more routine tasks, but I’ll take what I can get.
any task my husband performs on my birthday, Valentine’s Day, or Mother’s Day that isn’t part of his usual routine is a precious gem, no matter how small.
Once she passes 29, she’s no longer celebrating birthdays; she’s on to anniversaries. As in: May 11, 2020 will be my wife’s 11th anniversary of her 29th birthday.
OK, MayBee, I was going to let the subtext go unspoken, but as long as we’re being upfront here…
A friend of ours celebrates her First Annual 39th Birthday this year. Having just had what I foolishly thought would be my only 39th, I sure felt dumb.
TW: But I still feel seventeen. (Almost, word-generator! Better luck next time.)
Just today. Don’t get used to it.
Bad precedent, dude. Better smash at least a couple of precious things to preserve your investment in strategic incompetence.
Bonus birthday gift!: New dishes to replace the broken ones!
At least that would be the case if “I” were doing this wonderful deed.
KEEP THE PASSION ALIVE BROTHER!
Just curious. Has anyone checked lately on the progress of the nomination of Jeff’s wife for sainthood?
You sure have a way of making all those “almost Mrs. Goldsteins” cry, don’t you?
Lew, she’s been beatified already.
Happy Birthday, Mrs. G. You may have wondered why everything’s been converted to Dixie plates and wicker plate-holders.
Dude hangs out around the house amusing strangers on the internet with klonopin-fueled tales of the bizarre and semiotically-driven political punditry—for FREE—while she works, and then dude magnanimously washes dishes on her birthday. Oh, hell yeah, Jeff, you got it made.
Just a note on the cross-cultural nature of the Yin vs. Yang battle:
My Significant Other, who grew up in the Soviet Union, told me that when she was a kid her father once gave her mother a pair of rubber dishwashing gloves for her birthday. Practical, even thoughtful, and not that easy to get in their part of the world. Her mother didn’t speak to her father for a week.
T/W: It’s a small world, yes it is, after all…. C’mon, everybody!
A once in a lifetime event. Kinda like Halley’s Comet. Okay…maybe twice if you’re lucky.
Utron –
Mail order bride?
Utron – Mail order bride?
Heh heh heh, Bill. Seriously: if you’re looking for one of those “Ukrainian women want to meet you!” outfits that doesn’t already have your name red-flagged, then I’m afraid I can’t help you.
happy birthday, mrs. jeff.
domo arigato gozaimasen for sharing him with us, his otaku.
If the birthday is today, 3 Feb, tell the Mrs. that she shares it with at least one gap-toothed Texas redneck.
In celebration, at 4:55 I took the rest of the afternoon off.
Regards,
Ric
Speaking just for myself… any task my husband performs on my birthday, Valentine’s Day, or Mother’s Day that isn’t part of his usual routine is a precious gem, no matter how small. Of course, I’d love for him to take on more routine tasks, but I’ll take what I can get.
It’s a proof of love. Who can knock it?
Happy birthday, Mrs. Goldstein!
TW: May your home be serene and your heart full.
Bill, Utron is on to your Jedi mind tricks.
Mrs. GOldstein, be sure to check your son for dishpan hands. Jeff may be fibbing to you a wee bit.
Happy Birthday, Mrs. G.!
2*th?
I prefer “plenty-nine.”
And the best aphrodisiac in the world.
Happy Birthday, Mrs. Jeff!!!
Happy Birthday to the Missus!
Once she passes 29, she’s no longer celebrating birthdays; she’s on to anniversaries. As in: May 11, 2020 will be my wife’s 11th anniversary of her 29th birthday.
OK, MayBee, I was going to let the subtext go unspoken, but as long as we’re being upfront here…
A friend of ours celebrates her First Annual 39th Birthday this year. Having just had what I foolishly thought would be my only 39th, I sure felt dumb.
TW: But I still feel seventeen. (Almost, word-generator! Better luck next time.)