My Favorite Part Of Therapy…. The Madness. Also I really liked the mints that the therapist kept at her desk. I would wait till she wasn’t looking and cram as many of them into my noise hole as would fit. Then I would stare dead eyed at my Ex-wife, daring her to say anything. Possibly it could have been behavior like this that lead to my eventual divorce….. Or I could have rewritten history in my own head to make me blameless. I like that answer. I’m going with that one.
Also I think the rampant mint theft and the subsequent prescription for Prozac were the only really good thing to come out of that experience. Oh sweet Prozac, how I love you so. Let’s never be apart! The powers that be should pump you into the water supply and solve so many of life’s problems.
I think what I’m trying to say is that I’m ready to take my relationship with Prozac to the next level. ….Will…. will you marry me, Prozac?
Gleeeeeee! I’m so happy 🙂
Thankfully this shouldn’t be a problem being married to my wife and also married to Prozac. I live in Utah, we’re pretty cool with the multiple wives thing.
(sigh)
It is now 1:30 in the morning. The more tired I become the weirder I write. I shall now go to sleep and save what’s left of my shattered dignity.
Pancakes! That is all.
You give the rest of us Utahns a bad name, you should have already had the second wife before graduating high school.
I feel shame! I shall redouble my efforts to live up to our state’s proud stereotypes. 🙂
Or had them at the same time…..
I wouldn’t force anyone to re-marry a first wife even if it were to uphold Utah’s fine traditions. LOL
The three big ones: multiple wives, married right out of high school, and tons of kids. Some people even believe all of us Utahns have horns, I clip mine daily.
You clip yours. I just take a belt sander to mine. Just like on Hellboy.
I prefer bolt cutters. It has such a satisfying snap to it. The bigger the bone the better the snap, just ask… I said too much.
Barry’s silly. And I had pancakes for breakfast today!
Mmmmm, pancakes……..
It’s good for what ales ya.
So when is the wedding and can we all get invited? I’ve got a week off end of November and could use a vacation.
Too late. Sorry everyone. Tied the not in Vegas. Elves presided.
If it makes you feel better, it was a very touching scene.
I hate butterflies. Especially the orange tiled-looking ones: They flay your mind and turn you into a weapon of the Antichrist. True story.