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December 09, 2008



I know this story, I live it. My wife wants to hear "I love you" and all its variations all the time while I think that such expressions lose meaning if you say them all the time. It doesn’t help that often I’m paying for the sins of her first husband. Having said all that, I tend to follow “You can be right or you can be happy, but not both" when it comes arguments.

Everything I thought to say about the booze part seemed to be overly obvious, so I’ll just add that I’m further evidence in favor of it being a Celt thing.


The booze part may be a Celt thing. I loose co-ordination and motor control after about two. But my mind functions without noticable impairment through the first ten or twelve.

Interestingly, though, I can still shoot straight drunk. Pretty much no matter how fucked up-might not be able to walk, but I can keep the string on target while I'm falling down. (Yes, I have been known to mix guns and booze. I keep a sober person around to catch any safety violations, of which there have been none to date. But if you spend a good amount of time carrying, and a good amount of time drunk...)


Learning to live with AND enjoy one another is a glorious pain in the ass - in hindsight. When you're in the thick of it, you generally can't see the glorious part.


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