Fat Lumberjack Slob: A Scene of Domestic Bliss

03 January 2008 · 5 comments

Kris comes home from work. I leave my computer to go visit.

Kris: Tell me you didn’t wear that shirt today.

J.D.: I wore this shirt today.

Kris:

J.D.: What’s wrong with this shirt?

Kris: You look like a fat lumberjack.

J.D.:

Kris: Untuck it. [I untuck it.] That’s no good. Now you look like a fat lumberjack slob. Did you run the dishwasher?

J.D.: Oops. [I go run the dishwasher.]

Kris: Don’t tell me you forgot.

J.D.: I forgot.

Kris:

J.D.: Why are we running the dishwasher again, anyhow? We just ran it last night.

Kris: Yes, but you made a salad.

J.D.:

Kris: Did you get cat food?

J.D.: Oops.

Kris:

J.D.: But I fed the cats!

Ah, married life is pretty hilarious sometimes. For the husband, anyhow. Of course, everything can be made right by a trip to Gino’s for clams. Yum!

1 luneray January 3, 2008 at 21:50

Hey, working at home isn’t supposed to have a dress code!

2 Michael Rawdon January 3, 2008 at 23:22

I think your next blog should be called “Fat Lumberjack Slob”.

3 Tiffany January 4, 2008 at 08:41

Com on, everyone sing.

I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK

I sleep all night and

I work all day

(He’s a lumberjack and he’s OK

He sleeps all night and he works all day)

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch

I go to the lavat’ry

On Wednesdays I go shopping

And have buttered scones for tea

(He cuts down trees…)

(He’s a lumberjack…)

I cut down trees, I skip and jump

I love to press wild flow’rs

I put on women’s clothing

And hang around in bars

(He cuts down trees…)

(He’s a lumberjack…)

I cut down trees, I

wear high heels

Suspenders and a bra

I wish I’d been a girlie

Just like my dear papa

(He cuts down trees…)

(He’s a lumberjack…)

4 Denise January 5, 2008 at 21:03

This is classic. Best summation of marriage I have ever read. HA!

5 Karl Staib l Your Happiness Matters January 7, 2008 at 19:58

Why do married men live such chosen lives?

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