May 30

…through this hideousness and married and made children with me nevertheless. She must’ve seen the…diamond…in…the RRRRRRROUGH!

May 23

She loves it. I don’t get it. But I love that she loves it.

May 21

For you, there might be a brighter star

But in my eyes

The light of you

Is all I see

(Man. I wish I had written that.)

May 21

Hers are wrecked. Both proximal and distal. Definitely distended. Possibly deviated. Probably not herniated.

Because she was swinging a pick axe to tear up our lawn. Hope the new one grows in such that her flaccid destruction was all worth it!

May 17

It’s easy for ME to know how awesome Whitney is, but it’s amazing when snot-nosed little turds recognize it.

Today — a shout out to the young’ns who helped me to love Whit today.

May 16

 

 

The story:
Saw a license plate that read G8RLOVE. It was meant to say “Greater Love.” But it didn’t. It said gator love. I showed Whit. She said I should paint “two alligators on his door ‘doing it’  … ‘gator style.'”

May 13

There is no greater mother than Whitney. Period.

May 8

…has been moved.

May 4

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

In-stinking-deed. Alas, such a woman have I found.

Eg vil ha deg, vil ha deg og være din.
Det fins ingen slutt, det er evig.
Eg vil ha deg, vil ha deg og være din,

Apr 27

We don’t all retreat the same way. And my ‘retreat’ will be scarred by the absence of my wife. Without her, what’s the point?

Here’s to our own retreat. May it come soon and slake our thirst.

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