It’s 5:50 pm. I’m watching King of Queens, reading blogs and … I just recorded the Booby as he’s SNORING next to me. He’s snoring so loudly I can barely hear Jerry Stiller. And he YELLS all the time.
That old-man Stiller… Man he’s fucking funny. No wonder Ben has a great sense of humor. Can you imagine growing up in the Stiller household? Ben coming home from school whining about the wedgies to be interrupted by his day “Ben you’re boring me. You need more EMOTIONS in your STORIES to keep me captivated. Now get OUT OF HERE you wimpy WUSS!“
(note – the caps really express YELLING AND SCREAMING here, Jerry Stiller: he’s a screamer!)
Occasionally the TV in our hotel room prompts us to enter a 4-digit code. Logically the Booby and I both went through the same guessing process:
1st try: 1234
2nd try: 1111
3rd try: 0000
Bingo! The 0000 worked. But how is it that we BOTH did the identical SAME three guesses? I know, you’re all thinking the same thing as me. Aaaaawwww, we ARE soul mates, aren’t we? You know what else confirms the soul mateishness of us? We’ve now been hanging in limbo, either sitting in hotel rooms or driving around lost for ugh… 4 weeks. Four weeks!!! And we haven’t argued, we haven’t wanted to chop off each others heads or strangle each other or electrocute each other… You get the point.
Insane isn’t it? And in this process we’ve bought a 40′ boat. THAT alone could topple any loving couple.