Wednesday, November 24, 2004

MANPANTS DOES MANPANTS THINGS. WITH NO PROMPTING.

Hmmm, what could that mean, pray tell? Get your minds out of the gutter people. Honestly....What it means is that while I was off slaving at the Math Lab...no that’s wrong. One does not slave at the Math Lab. One undergoes torture in the Math Lab. I was being tortured with percentage formulas. So torturous it was, that the tutor, who is a whiz at higher math, was quite frankly, a bit stumped. Or maybe it was my brilliant and overpowering presence that had him so rattled. I’ll live my little dream...

Meanwhile, while I was being tortured in the Math Lab, Manpants, independent of prompting, begging, suggesting, bugging or any other synonym for what some sensitive types like to refer to as “nagging,” decided to do some fixing of things around the ole abode. Things I would probably eventually do myself in a fit of pique. Things that would be nicer done by someone else not possessed by my particular brand of neurotic domestic tendencies. Things that required new fixtures, hardware and power tools. Things that come with directions. Directions that he could choose not to read. Upon arriving home, I was met at the door by Manpants, doing the Manpants dance, singing the Manpants song (which involves something akin to “Gonna Fly Now” from Rocky morphed with anything by Guns n Roses and him holding up one arm like Charles Atlas saying, “Look at that arm! Forgot about it, didn’t ya?”). I looked at him, puzzled.

Manpants: “My first day off in 12 days, and what did I think about? YOU.”

No, he does not have an available brother.

4 Comments:

Blogger R said...

How bout a cousin? Surely he isn't keeping those fine, Bob Villaesque genes to himself?!! Couldn't you just swoon when they up and get all "capable".

24 November, 2004 19:06  
Blogger frstlymil said...

I think all his cousins work for the New York City Sanitation Department.

24 November, 2004 21:34  
Blogger ThomasMcCay said...

I hope you have a great TG and that the dogs don't puke up the car going over the mountains.
My guys Love going in the car-car but two of them get car sick if the trip lasts too long. Rosy, the giant lab/great Perinnes cross, sits up front and moans at you every time you stop for a light because she want to go go go. She hates it when the trip is over.

Hope you got plenty of coffee for the trip. Long car trips and good coffee go well together. Of course, good coffee goes well with just about everything.

25 November, 2004 08:19  
Blogger Laura said...

DH and I are so pleased to have finally met Manpants in person. The fact that he did fixing and chores with nary a nag from you just shows he's a keeper. Awwwwww.

29 November, 2004 16:01  

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