Where’s the remote?

At our house, we’re no strangers to misplacing the tv remote control. Often times, we’ll find it in between cushions, underneath the couch or wrapped in a blanket. These are standard hiding spots for that darn clicker.

But I’ve implemented two strategies that help avoid that most undesirable walk to the television set to manually click the barely accessible, hidden-in-a-weird-spot-on-the-tv, non-ergonomic buttons. Of doom.
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You CAN Buy Love, But Only With Credit Cards

Posted by Todd Blankenship

“Will this be the snow that sticks around?”, the man thought to himself as he grouchily scraped the snowy ice (or is it icy snow?) off his car windows. Excited to get back home after a long day, he scraped a bare minimum amount off the windows and quickly jumped into the driver’s seat, throwing the scraper on the floor. A tiny yellow light caught his attention. “Gas!”, he yelped in dismay as the light heckled him. Continue reading

How I Saved My Wife’s Life

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It was a cold day in January and our refrigerator was low on many of the key food groups. In fact, the cupboard looked a bit bare too. And so, together, Tina and I packed up the little one and headed out to our usual grocery store to pick up a few things.

Along the way, we said hello to the mailman, something we almost NEVER do. To be honest with you, I’m not sure what our letter carrier even looks like, so to say it was a mailMAN is an inadvertent judgement on my part. Apologies, apologies all around. Continue reading

Birth Plans Are Meant To Be Broken

I’m watching her sleep in the hospital bed. Wires and tubes cover her body as I recount to myself the Star Wars inspired joke I made earlier “You’re more machine than woman now.”

Though we knew that flexibility in the birth plan was essential, I don’t think Tina and I fully understood, before embarking on this journey, the amplitude of the events that awaited us at the hospital.

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10 Things a Guy Ought to Know About His Testicles

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Tina has been sick like a dog for the past few days. She’s missed 2 days of work and has been drinking more tea that Captain Picard. Her throat is scratchy and she insists that regular swallowing is like swallowing razor blades. Razor blades, Tina? Really? If this is true, then it sounds to me like she could have a long, lucrative career in a circus freakshow. Continue reading


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Halloween has come and gone, and what it has left behind is much scarier than anything this festival of fright could ever conjure up.

Every year, Tina charges out to the local supermarché in search of that perfect pumpkin; the roundest, most orange, medium-sized gourd out there. What a ball it is for her to scrape out its guts, leaving bits and pieces on the counter and floor for me to slime myself with.

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