And don't forget to have a drink ready when he gets home!

Hey! Check it out! Tarheels going retro tonight! See, Dean Young, retro is OK. They aren't wearing the short shorts, though.

Also, check this little tidbit from the Dennis the Menace site: "Although often harried, flustered and provoked to tears, this trim and attractive mother of our short hero is loaded with patience, energy, logic and love to spare. She keeps her small house clean and tidy, always fresh-smelling, the perfect oasis of comfort and joy when her husband arrives from the office . . ."

Oh, barf! This sounds like some sort of joke, but I don't think it is. How nice for her that she keeps the house so perfect and is trim and attractive. Well, la de da!

I make no claims of being some sort of raving feminist or anything. Just a normal 21st Century woman, all right? And yet this sort of crap pisses me off. Just like the crappy marriages.

I think I need to quit blogging. Not because of the fact it drives me to drink. I'm not keeping up with my wifely duties. With exercising to stay slim AND all my beauty efforts to stay (become?) attractive I never have that much time to keep the house clean and tidy -- and I don't even have a darling little boy to look after. And fresh-smelling? What does that mean? Does she keep the windows open? Does she always have flowers out? Keep the toilets flushed? Take out the garbage? Keep dead animals from rotting under her ottoman? Sheesh.

My poor husband, the house is not an oasis of comfort when he returns home. If I am home before he is, I'm usually off running. Or on the computer. Or shoving comics in his face: "Why is this funny?" "Can you explain this to me?" "Do you get this?" My blogging contributes nothing to the oasis-like atmosphere of our home. His watching basketball and shouting at the referees doesn't help the oasis, either. Then again, he's the man, and if he wants to yell that Coach K is a "rat faced bastard" I guess that's OK, as long as I keep our home fresh smelling!