Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Now I Can Fart In The Living Room Without Being Judged

Well the guest bed has been deflated and put away. I now have my office back, and I finally have control of the television in the living room again. Don't get me wrong, I love Dennis and he is probably the easiest person who ever visits, but thank god he's gone. It's just that I have a routine, and visitors disrupt that routine. Hell it took me years to get used to Mark living here. We get along pretty good now and the house is his home, but at times he still seems intrusive. Now that Dennis has left, I can walk around in my underpants again, and when I run for my bathroom for an emergency dump, the door isn't locked. (Damn, I hate it when I have to use Mark's bathroom) Most of all I will cut down on drinking. I think Dennis and I are a bad influence on each other when we visit, because when he lived here a few years ago, we could go for days without carousing. When we are seeing each other as visitors, we seem to feel obligated to go out every night. It will all start again in a few weeks. I am going up to Chicago for a wedding, and I am staying at Dennis' house. I think my liver will have had time to recover by then.

6 comments:

  1. Maybe I'll meet you guys in Chicago for one.

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  2. I am so glad you didn't run around in your underwear, however you didn't seem to mind cutting the cheese now and then. I also believe you just like to blame your weakness for the sauce on me. I prefer to stay home and read the bible and you want to constantly go out and carouse. I make sure there are plenty of board games we can play while your visiting me in a couple of weeks. I wouldn't want to temp you into doing something you will regret.
    By the way, thanks again for putting me up. You are right, Mark is an excellent cook. I'm sure I put on a couple of pounds.

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  3. Make that "I'll" make sure....

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  4. I remember how you helped me stop talking like a Chicagoan thirty years ago by correcting me constantly. Now it's my turn. The correct word is you're, not your. Also, it is tempt, not temp. So dere.

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  5. Let jag, so sorry.

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