Sock It To Me

I didn't want my obituary to read "he died in a bizarre footwear incident." Damn if it didn't almost.

Let me preface this by saying all parties involved were clothed.

It is winter still, and yes it can get cold. But die Bücherstutze still likes being barefoot, as she was last night while working on the laptop while sitting on the bed. Coming over to her with the laundry I was folding, I placed a hand on one of her feet and apparently, I had nice warm hands. So after a little footrub to help warm the tootsies, I suggested a pair of socks from the basket.

I was about to pop one on her foot when I stopped and decided to pre-warm the sock by breathing into it. I know you've all done this with gloves - so have I. But never before with a sock. Never again.

Big hot breath into the sock, wind up for the second with a quick inhale and apparently I pulled a sock fuzzy right into my windpipe. Gak. Hork. Uh oh. Not good.

Took about 5 minutes trying to clear it before I could catch a breath. Kinda scary. A lot stupid. Embarrasing yes, but my first words once the tears cleared: "boy this will make a heck of a blog entry"

Few & Far Between...

...are the times when I get a minute to sit and think succinctly about what I want to say here AND have the time to write it.

You may have noticed the countdown clock over there to the right. It is official - I am engaged. I asked, she said yes, I slipped the ring on her finger. There were tears and smiles and the guiding hands of two people that are probably yucking it up at the biggest bar in heaven, throwing back Black Labels and smoking Old Golds. Keep the date open folks: 07/07/07. More to follow, maybe even a wedding website.

Work has been hammering me with mandatory OT every week. More $$, less time at home. It's a tradeoff we all make I suppose.

Speaking of home, I am officially fulltimedly cohabitating with Die Bücherstutze. As long as the kids keep the peace and make nice happy-happies for the most part. I mean, I AM a realist and know there will be times when they'll be all cats & dogs. I was the youngest of 3 boys, so I get it. Or should I say I got it - good and hard.

New Music picks: The Bravery, and Rodrigo y Gabriela

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