So it is Friday night and I am soaking in my jacuzzi, drinking some Sierra Nevada Hoptimum (an incredibly delicious whole-cone Imperial IPA – an indescribable pleasure unique to Northern California ) and reading John Birmingham’s Weapons of Choice (again) when I hear my wife call out to me from somewhere within my humble home:
“I’m going to take your syringes and pipettes into the living room.”
“Okay,” I yelled back – and then jumped out of the swirling, bubbling hot water to run into my home office to type this.
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8 Responses to “A SHORT CONVERSATION WITH MY WIFE”
I like your wife’s “conversations”. They inspire similar sudden dread and utter confusion to my dear Fifi’s. And why should I suffer alone?
My son-in-law got a 5th place for his very hoppy IPA at a Vic brewers competition. Growing his own hops & made a batch of smooth chocolaty stout for his favourite father-in-law. AND I got a bride price of 5 goats. Win.
While we’re pondering imponderables, Mr Boylan can you please email me (email@example.com) ? I saw a link to a story last week that might interest you. You can read it while you’re in the jacuzzi.
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