I'm So Nice

What a thoughtful husband I am, one who cares far less about the big mess that's been made over the years in my kitchen as my wife collects more and more magazines than about my darling wife's happiness. One of my little projects these days involves typing up all the recipes she wants to keep out of these magazines, so that we can file the recipes and throw away all the magazines.

Anyway, I was sitting here doing that, listening to Wait, Wait..., when, without noticing, I apparently hit the Caps Lock button. Rereading the recipe, I found that it suddenly took a somewhat drastic and sinister turn:

"Straddle roasting pan across 2 burners, then add remaining cup water and DEGLAZE ROASTING PAN BY BOILING OVER HIGH HEAT."

It kind of sounds more insistent and angry all of a sudden, doesn't it?

We went to Sam's Club yesterday, where we played the new Guitar Hero game that was set up on the little display there. So...yeah, we had to buy it. We spent a depressing amount of time yesterday afternoon (and evening, and night) trading the little plastic guitar back and forth and rocking out. It's just a ludicrously, unbelievably fun way to make your hand hurt. C's lack of musical background and natural whiteness worked against her at first, and it took her a while to get the hang of it, but before long she became a demon and I couldn't get the guitar away from her. So, so awesome, and now we're considering even buying a second guitar to do the cooperative songs.