Y is sitting next to me, playing Tecmo Superbowl, a video game that looks like it might be from 1983. I, being the mature married lady I am, pluck one of Ike's hairs from Y's shirt and stick it up his nose, making Y miss whatever 1980s play he's trying to make*. Y kicks my shin and calls me every name he can think of.
Oh, and there were cupcakes.
I mean... wouldn't you start a blog, too? The people want to hear this stuff.
*I am told it was 3rd and long and from 1991. I still don't think I deserved to be kicked.
This absolutley sounds like it could have happened between me and Ben. We also have lots of dog hair and own Tecmobowl (Ben just went into the cabinet to make sure it's Tecmobowl and not Tecmo Superbowl). Yoni, Ben says he feels your pain.
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