Tonight, at my house:
Erin: Shane, can I start a blog that makes fun of you?
Shane: No!
Erin: But how would you even know if I did?
Shane: Fine, go ahead.
Erin: But HOW would you even know if I did? Do you know what a blog is?
Shane: Yes.
Erin: What is it?
Shane: It's a web blog.
Erin: You just defined the word with the word. What's a blog?
Shane: It has a theme. It's a webpage!
Erin: It's a webpage? Really?
Shane: It's a diary of your lameness.
Erin: Have you read my blog?
Shane: You have a blog!?
Leah, who is visiting: Where do you think she met all of her friends?
Shane: Email? Do they all have blogs, too, or something? Do you have a blog, Leah?
Erin: QUALITY.
Leah: I don't really have much interesting to talk about.
Shane: Well, I KNOW Erin doesn't.
Check back for more stories about life with my husband, who is truly an 82 year old man trapped in a 36 year old's body. I'd tell you more right now, but I need to teach him how to use a calculator and a phone that ISN'T rotary dial. Stories might include Shane's ongoing confusion with WiFi (is it a kind of coffee or isn't it?), how he recently discovered this amazing new website called EBay, and the time that I accidentally had a baby on the stairs and he didn't notify anyone because he couldn't figure out how to work my iPhone (or as he calls it, "The magic box").
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Saturday, April 24, 2010
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