Wherin I'm busy and complain about SBD's

Hectic. If one word describes work and home life lately, that's the word. (for those of you vocabulary challenged hectic = busy)

Busy is good though. To a degree. When thoughts about work keep your mind so busy that you don't sleep so well...yeah, that's not so good. I have been told that insanity is hereditary and that parents inherit it from their children. We inherit it from work too me thinks.

In reality some of my best solutions to problems come to me as I lay half asleep in bed. You get those epiphany moments and your like '"Duh!, Why didn't I think of that to begin with" The problem is that then you're really screwed and your so excited to try the solution that you really can't sleep...you toss, you turn til you finally reach a point where you say "to hell with it any-way!", and you get your butt outta bed and just go into work and get 'er done, work the whole day, plus overtime, only to go home and do it all over again.

It has it's rewards. I'm not sure what they are yet but at least that's what I'm told. Sure, there's personal satisfaction in getting a job done but patting yourself on the back is not nearly as satisfying as accolades from your employer. It's kinda like sex. Sure, you can get yourself excited, and plenty of people do, but it's a hell of alot more fun and exciting when shared and doing it with someone else!

Speaking of others, I have a question for you ladies out there...

Why is it that when a man farts in bed, under the blankets, you get so bent outta shape? You get all upset, kick us, hit us, make us feel, well, just plain bad.

I guess what I can't figure out is, is that you ladies also do it. Fart in bed ... except you do the SBD farts. (Silent But Deadly) When that occurs, when you do an SBD and don't tell me you don't cause you know you do, inevitably what happens is us guys go to adjust the blankets, you know, to take back what's ours to begin with, and, while adjusting said blankets you know exactly what happens don't you? ... Yes. Of course. You know ... that little 'poof' of air that comes out from under them blankets, right in our face, effectively gassing us. We're left gasping and choking on the fumes thus expelled. Then you ladies have the nerve to smirk and chuckle about it, like you're doing right now.... and, lastly, you attempt to act all innocent as if nothing happend. Yeah. Right. No guilt there at all. And, of course, you don't snore either.

Can't us guys, at the very least, get a little warning from you?

How about some courtesy on your part?

At least when us guys are farting in bed we don't make any covert attempts to silence it and cover it up. You see, in that way we are doing you a favor by giving you fair audible warning. You know what it is? In reality it's a act of love on our part, giving fair warning. Oh, The things we men do for the women we love.

I think I'll have bean soup tonight. I Love my wife alot!