All Alone

So my wife is out of town for the rest of the week, leaving me eating only sandwiches, hot dogs, and cold cereal...and it's awesome. There's something about bachelor-ing it up every once in a while that's kind of nice. I think it's that everything is back to my own schedule. I get home and eat whatever whenever and do whatever I feel like. This isn't to say that my wife is a tyrant that dominates every bit of my life when she's home, but there's something different when you know you are the only person in the house. The cats love me more, I eat the cheaper brand of Fruit Loops, and I sprawl all over the bed. I know that I will soon look at this solitude as a curse, but for now, I'll be a slob of a bachelor and enjoy it.

Not-So-Fun Size

Over a week? What's wrong with me? I would like to blame work for keeping me exhausted and forgetful of my blog-tastic duties.

Why are fun-size things so small? I was eating a bag of M&Ms the other day and the bag said "Fun Size." I would rip the top from the bag and let the sugar pills fall into my mouth, munch a few times, swallow, and long for more. There was no fun involved-just disappointment.

What would be more fun-a ball or a ball pit? Wave pool or ocean? The Kearney Arch or the St. Louis Arch?

I think that people should call such things as they are-a cheap bag of M&Ms, a cheap imitation of the ocean, a cheap landmark.

I am 200 miles from a crappy arch, 30 minutes from a urine-warm wave pool, and I want more M&Ms.