Tagged With: Kris & Gene
Chat
me: hi! Gene: hello Gene: how are you? me: ok. I have a gummy foot. Gene: ?? me: I dunno, my toenail is kind of gummy me: not like I stepped in gum me: more like I am turning into gum Gene: hm me: maybe I shouldn’t hold my foot when I chat with you. … Continue reading
“The opposite of love was always disappearance.”
Gene left for Europe today, alas. Well…actually, it’s 9:30 in the morning as I type this and he is still here, packing. But in my heart I have already said goodbye; I’m unwilling to go through all that sad leave-taking again, so as far as I’m concerned, he’s already gone. This is creating small problems … Continue reading
The move
Gene spent a lot of last night moving the CementHorizon email over to Gmail. This is a good move for a lot of reasons, but I admit it caused some problems in our house this morning. Gene: So how are you doing with the email split? Me: Huh? Gene: Because your old email is at … Continue reading
Bugville
The heat wave seems to be driving more bugs into the house, maybe because I’m leaving more windows open. Just this morning, for example, I noticed a spider crawling around on the floor near my workspace and neatly trapped it under a glass for Gene to deal with when he comes home from work. Next … Continue reading
Gene sets up the third television in our eternally lengthening parade of living room televisions, while I make helpful comments in the style of Michael Scott
GENE: Aha! I do have a cord. Wow, it’s really long, too. ME: That’s what she said! GENE: Hm, wrong gender though. ME: That’s what she said! GENE: I can’t believe we can even fit three of these in here. ME: That’s what she said! GENE: Man, do we even need television with you around? … Continue reading
And he won’t come out (still)
Since writing my poem about the pantry, I’ve had a lot of people come to the house, walk into the kitchen, blink once and say “Oh. He really is in the pantry.” Yes. Gene’s computer is set up in the tiny nook in the kitchen where we previously kept the garbage. The fruit basket hangs … Continue reading
Marzipan
Buffy: That’ll put marzipan in your pie plate, bingo! Gene: What does that mean? Me: She’s a robot. Gene: I KNEW it! Me: No, not normally. Just in this episode Buffy is a robot. Gene: Oh. Me: Silly bingo.
Based on a true story
I was tired of my workspace being darkened like a cave And of working in the gloaming like a dank and musty grave So I threw my hands into the air and gave a mighty shout And now Gene is in the pantry and he won’t come out. We used to share the table in … Continue reading
Stay tuned for the sequel: Hondas and Geckos
As anyone who has spent time at our house knows, Gene and I own all the video games. By “all,” I mean most arcade, NES, SNES, N64, Sega and Atari games, as well as some of the XBox games and a few other systems. We don’t have those fancy-pants new systems like Wii, but we … Continue reading
Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the useless-est girl in the room
Our toaster oven has been gradually dying for a while, and yesterday it gave up the fight for good. “Can you fix the toaster?” Gene asked me pleadingly. I am pretty sure he was kidding around, but I happened to be re-reading Y: The Last Man* at the time and suddenly I was flooded with … Continue reading