On a Sunday evening, Gene and I were sitting down to supper. Suddenly we hear knocking at Horace’s door. Horace is our neighbour across the hall in the apartment building. I didn’t think anything of it because there have been many times where Horace’s friends have knocked on his door…
Can’t even bring myself to post this one the front page of the blog. So I bury it deep. It was a Thursday night. Gene made hamburgers. Gene was also doing laundry. He told me to get mine and take all the fries, since he was going to make his…
GASP! He’s a Christian, he shouldn’t be swearing. What about his witness to other people? You’re right. I’d rather not swear, but if you’re quoting someone, you’ve got to get it right. Here’s another one about the lady we call Mrs. Heckles, who is our downstairs neighbour who is very…
Gene and I have discovered that our downstairs neighbour doesn’t like us very much lately. Every day, for no reason at all she will bang on her ceiling with a broom. As far as we know, we are not making too much noise, but it’s hard to know for sure. …
I thought I was on to something. Lying down while watching movies. It’s so much more comfortable than just sitting there. Unfortunately, after a certain amount of time, Gene says five minutes, I tend to fall asleep in spite of my best intentions. Jurassic Park, Indiana Jones, Ice Road Truckers. …
It has been a while since I wrote for this series, but I don’t recall ever saying it was done. Two nights ago, Gene exclaimed that he was finding nasty small brown things in his bed. He was concerned. Obviously. Each hour it seemed he would find a few…
It’s official. Wave 6 has claimed me. I was fine until I wasn’t and the transition was really fast. Gene tested negative so I had to get out as quickly as possible to not make things worse for him. It was like what I imagine leaving Berlin before an air…
This is officially the longest title in the almost 12 year history of the blog. Now that that is out of the way, here’s the story. Some of you have heard me complain about this for weeks, and for that I am sorry. I would hate to have to listen…
I must admit that I have been sitting on this one for quite some time. Is it funny enough? does it happen often enough that it’s worth mentioning? It would seem that the answer to both of those questions is a resounding yes. So there’s no sense in keeping you…
It’s a Sunday night, exactly like this one except a little earlier in the night. Gene and I are making supper. Gene’s current favourite CD is playing in the background for the eight millionth time in a row. He’s having a blast singing along. Then he gets the lyrics…