
The Wife nearly yelled this at me this morning while she was still asleep. The fact that we live in a townhouse and have nowhere to plant a mango tree–and the fact that the Wife is allergic to mangoes–did not seem to matter.

The Wife nearly yelled this at me this morning while she was still asleep. The fact that we live in a townhouse and have nowhere to plant a mango tree–and the fact that the Wife is allergic to mangoes–did not seem to matter.

I spoke about it at length on my author blog, but long story short: my Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing account has been terminated, much to my frustration. I’m trying to get it sorted out, but in the meantime I’m setting up my books to be available through other websites.

Real life conversations, #1,334,385.

Man, smiting would probably reduce the possibility of cheating by a considerable amount.

Don’t make assumptions, yo.

The Wife definitely knows her blood type. I do not.

Illness has me pretty wiped out this week. Naps have been plentiful.

As mucous flows like water from my nose, I can only sit here in misery and thank my lovely wife for getting me sick.

For someone who gets sick so much, the Wife does not go to the doctor very willingly.