Weekend Wrap-Up: Fun with Jasonisms

J: You didn’t write about me all week long. I thought you were going to write about me more often.

Me: Um. NO. You told me that I should write about you more often. I told you that you should get your own blog.

J: I thought I was taking on more tasks around the house to give you more time to write about me.

Me: No, I am spending some time writing short stories—something which I have not done for a long, long time.

J: Am I in the short stories, at the very least?

Me: One. I killed you off, though.

J: You did what?

Me: It was after you did that thing last week—the one where I asked you to rub my aching shoulders and you put your giant paws around my neck and pretended that you were going to strangle me like a deranged madman. And then laughed about it all night like a deranged madman.

J: Well, I thought that it would convince you not to ask me for shoulder rubs anymore. Like when I filled the dishwasher with Dawn.

Me: And I thought it would convince you not to pretend to kill me anymore. Or I will pretend to kill you in my stories. We each have our ways, honey. By the way—did the Dawn incident stop you from loading the dishwasher?

J: No.

Me: Then this isn’t going to stop me from asking for shoulder rubs either…

And this is how you know you are in a blissful marriage—you can joke about killing one another and not really mean it, all the time. 

For all of his 'attempts' to kill me, I know he
loves me because he makes me things like this...

 It weekend wrap-up time! Let’s start with what I was writing when I wasn’t here:

I told you about my hero of the month, Damon, who is a fast-acting teen (I bet it’s because he’s avoiding the Purell cocktails).

I also wondered aloud why this guy is building Titanic: The Remix, and then sailing it along the exact same path (which, if you’ll remember, ended at the bottom of the icy Atlantic) as the original.

What did I find elsewhere?

Jesse (who you can read both on her blog and Sprocket Ink) wrote a post about meeting The Bloggess, and guess who was the first person to comment on her post? (Hint: it wasn’t me.)

I also suggest that you read her post from this week called: It Looks Like a Stripper Threw Up in Here.

Angela of the Cheesy Bloggers talked of her 1990s fashion faux pas, and oh…. Yes. I did a lot of these, including the tapestry vest.  

And what was on my mind last year?

J and I were forcing the children to learn an important life lesson: that we are not short order cooks.