Al! Does this bring back memories?

No wonder it tasted good. Can you say ’sugar high’?

you spent tonight smelling of bread and love

i spent tonight mulling and being catatonic

next week it starts again tomorrow

morning, night-clogged, compelled to abandon duvet for early Mass so the day is ours to wield

mid-morning, succumb to April weather as excuse for returning to the warm embrace of home

afternoon, compelled by sloth to fall again into comforting unconsciousness

night, and all we have seized is sleep

I feel like there ought to be something terribly significant about the fact that I have now on several occasions complained that “I don’t want to go to school” upon Him’s pulling the car up in front of the office.

Today I looked at a set of taps and couldn’t for the life of me figure out what the ‘I‘ stood for.

“When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight, perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked.” - Travels With Charley, John Steinbeck

I’m itchy.

(NB: Read this post first.)

TUDWAP.

(Since we’re on the subject) (NB: Read this post first.)

I don’t know whether you’ve ever seen (or played with) The Ultimate Puzzle. 16 pieces, 48 solutions, and over 250,000 incorrect ways you can manhandle the pieces.

See, by way of background, I love puzzles. Jigsaws, crosswords, Sudoku, GIMME. Him, on the other hand, thinks they are a total and utter waste of time.

The Ultimate Puzzle is a fiendish piece of work and will give you a headache. Ok, at least it gives me a headache. If it doesn’t give you a headache I really don’t like you very much at all. So finally, after a couple of days of unconsummated absorption, I gave up. Having finally attracted his attention, puzzle finds its way into his grubby little hands.

Him: Hmmmmm.

{…}

Him: I solved it.
Me: YOU WHAT?
Him: There.

Me: You SOLVED it? You little rotter! I spent all day on it and you solve it in ten minutes?? I can’t believe you solved it! You -
Him: {beatific smile}
{…}
Me: !!!!!!!
{Him falls all about bed laughing}

Some time ago I tried to convince Him that yes, he would very much like to play Boggle with me.

Him: I don’t want to play Boggle with you. You always win.

Following the operation of my magnificent persuasive skills, we were on a roll!

Me: Ok, time’s up! What words do you have?
Him: Tudwap.
Me: TUDWAP? What kind of a word is TUDWAP??
Him: I just added it to the dictionary.
Me: Who do you think you are? Shakespeare?
Him: My other new rule is that my score is yours plus one.
Me: …

Me: {reading from the Q&A page in the local newspaper} ‘During the redevelopment of the Belgrade, there’s been some fairly heavy duty equipment used. How do they erect those tall cranes? Surely there isn’t a crane crane?’
Him: Mmm.
Me: Well? Is there a crane crane?
Him: It wouldn’t be surprising if there were a crane crane.
Me: So how does the crane crane get there then? Do they have a crane crane crane?
Him: {deadly seriousness} It’s actually probably a smaller piece of equipment, like a catalyst.
Me: {ignorant bliss} It’s a crane crane crane crane!
Him: {raised eyebrow}
Me: Cranecranecranecranecranecranecranecrane! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Him:…