One of my greatest talents is finding new ways to annoy my wife. It is my way of testing to see if she really loves me, or if she is just using me for my paycheck/cooking/good looks. You know, all my great qualities like how I leave 982,387 water bottles around the apartment and then complain that I can never find my water bottle.
"No not that one. The other water bottle! The one I Just Had. I think one of the cats took it. Bastards."
What was I talking about? Right, annoying my wife. We are blessed with a TiVo (all hail the TiVo!) so we very rarely watch live television and thusly almost never see commercials. When we do have to suffer through commercials I get very, very bored very, very quickly. I tend to institute "Pay Attention to Anne" time, and when T is uncooperative (on the phone, reading, knitting) I do what I can to get her attention in the most obnoxious way possible. Like sticking my feet in her face.
Note the awesome fuzzy bedhead. Aren't you glad you don't live with me?
