Last week, like a supportive husband, I sat with my wife and watched Mamma Mia. Effectively, I discarded the remaining shreds of my manhood, and sat painfully through the worst of all Meryl Streep movies.
Fast forward to last night, where I found myself on the couch again with the missus watching Sex and The City, The Movie. One step better, although a pretty frickin' small step.
So now I sit and contemplate the sacrifices I have made in the name of love this week, and I want you to know that I AM keeping score. And you owe me. And you know what currency I value. Yes, I'm done being romantic. Pay up.
Oh crap...here she comes...
"Hi Honey! I know...it was great wasn't it?! Good ol' Carrie Bradshaw...love that gal. Aww, love you too, sweetheart. Foot rub?"
I'm fucking dying over here. Just a little at a time.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
posthumous pointerTo laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Emerson