Tornados in Iowa are no joke, but I'll attempt to tell some funny stories anyway.
The traditional 18th anniversary gift makes me question how this next year of wedded bliss might go.
Seven years ago, I tried to teach my wife to play piano. We lasted three full lessons that included multiple instances of her shoving her hands under her armpits a la Superstar and shaking her head, refusing to try whatever was to come next. It was my fault. I attempted to teach her using an… Continue reading And then sometimes you try to teach your wife to play piano…
Yesterday while we were walking, Carrie noticed that a house appeared to be repairing water damage to their roof. "See," she said, "It doesn't matter the house, how old it is or how new it is, they all have a ton of problems." I said, "Wow. That should be the motto of a realty service."… Continue reading Announcing: Sharby Realty Services
It's cold outside. How cold is it? It's so cold, we decided to go to a movie because the suicide hotline told us to stop calling. (I am allowed to make this joke because I am a therapist and understand its ramifications. Also it's my silly blog.)It is March second and it is minus 20… Continue reading We Are Breaking Bad(ly)
On a quiet Wednesday night in February 2014, my wife and I had a long discussion about our end-of-life plans, most especially our expectations for the obituary/eulogy we would need from one another. She demanded that "Sassy" be included in the newspaper as though it was a nickname that everyone was aware of... and not… Continue reading Happy Anniversary to Sassy and Me