Impeccable Timing

I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.

Last Saturday, a drunk man “began slamming doors, tossing boxes and throwing dishes in the sink after the Crimson Tide lost its football game to Arkansas, 34-31 in double overtime.” As he was doing this, his son walked up to him and asked for a new car.

The man took out his 9mm pistol, held it to his son’s head and threatened to shoot. Luckily for the son, he moved his head just as his dad (accidentally) pulled the trigger. Thankfully, the kid wasn’t struck by the bullet. His dad “surrendered to police … and was charged with attempted murder and domestic violence”.

Now, who’s the bigger idiot here? Obviously the father, but the son definitely has some piss poor judgement.

Read the article here.

Condiment War Wrap Up

I’m this close to replacing themuy’s home page with a re-direct to Paul Ford’s site, it’s that fucking good and so much more worth your time. He was very silent for a few months, but that all changed with the condiment war. And now, he’s interviewed the woman responsible for said conflict. I didn’t think it could get any better, but it has.

Here’s the fully caffeinated interview: Sadness After the Condiment War

Glad your back, Paul.

My Wife, The Comedian

The wife got fixated on our walls recently. So, she decided to paint them. All of them. It’s taken her a while, but they look really good. Painting your walls is the ultimate reset button. All of the cobwebs and dust are at their lowest levels in years and you get the visual stimulation of the new color all around you.

Of course, once the furniture was moved back from the walls, it seemed silly to just slide them back into the same place. That’s no fun. So, along with the new wall colors, we have also completely re-arranged our furniture. The feng shui is in full effect at themuy household. Frankly, it’s alot better. Our house is pretty damn small and thus the placement of furniture is crucial to the flow. The wife keeps saying, “I just love our house now.” Over and over again. Ad nauseum.

Slowly, our house is coming back together. Last night was the “hang shit on the walls” phase of the project. We had hung almost all of the pictures and were hanging hooks. It was getting late and I was getting grumpy. I was sick of the “hanging shit on the walls” phase. The wife said she just had one more thing to hang, a cute little hook she’d had for a while that was perfect for the kitchen. Well, she couldn’t find it.

“I guess you’re off the hook,” she said.

*rimshot*