It is a chilly 39 outside. Inside it is still chilly at 64. I am resisting turning on the furnace. I suspect the wife will turn it on this evening anyway. She thinks she is in equal control around here.
It is not a 50/50 power share.
She probably is in more control because I want to make her happy. Except for the TV. I generally control it.
The local professional football squad is off today. We are heading off for a get-together of the wife's family. It will be nice. I generally like my wife's kin, now that the one blow-hard jerk of a brother-in-law has been divorced and banished. We rarely see her family outside of Thanksgiving and Christmas. I don't see my family enough either.
When discussing stuff that leaves me confused yesterday, I neglected to comment on the parents suing a video game manufacturer because their sons, 10 and 14 have become addicted to video games. Have these parents never heard of telling the kids "no" long before addiction set in? I don't think Fortnight is like meth, where you can get hooked after the first hit. Unplug the machine. Throw it away. Give the little boogers a book. You are the parents, act like it.
I'm off to get the ingredients for a dessert to take.
You are off to find something more entertaining. Boy, I sure hope you are anyway.
Have a great Sunday.