A shark's weight loss program

[Underdog]

Well, Seattle, maybe you should describe this type of uniform and see if it passes muster here with the BB ladies? Some of us live to visualize...

Another odd day in the ocean here... oddly almost normal, that is. What's normal? I'm trying hard not to think that it's before the bomb normal, but it's looking awfully familiar.

I've had quite a few chats with the dearest alien today, most of them about the golf tournament. However, he did phone me separate to tell me that he goofed on his initial pass through on the tax return. My gut reaction? UGH! What?

He said we're getting back an additional $600. This has NEVER happened since we got married. We're getting back a lot of money... which I answered jokingly, "Well, I'm sure if we put our heads together, we can come up with a few ways to get rid of it."

He commented, "I know. But I am anxious to hear how much it's going to cost to get the motor home brakes done."

I replied, "Well, at least we don't have to worry about where the money is coming from."

When he phoned me back with the good news about the brake replacement (good price), he was in a jovial mood. He started chit chatting after the repair convo and said that he was not looking forward to bowling tonight.

I validated the heck out of him and said, "Again? Tonight?"

MW: "Yes! Again! Gary asked me bowl for him. He says he's sick. Then he later squealed that he's got a date, which I'm finding really hard to believe. I think he's sick all right--sick of bowling!"

Me: Are you joking? Are you poking fun at Gary? "Mr. W. have you ever used the word NO before? It's really effective!"

MW: Laughing. "I should! There's a reason I didn't want to join 2 bowling leagues. I knew they'd stick me as a permanent sub. I'm really hating bowling again, and I don't like feeling that way."

Me: "Tell him next time you're going to get D10 to bowl for him."

MW: Laughing really hard! "OMG, are we thinking alike? That is EXACTLY what I told him!"

Me: "Yeah, I'm really funny...."

MW: "I told him that he sucks, and D10 is more consistent than he is. What a wuss. I know he doesn't have a date, because he just doesn't have dates. He's lying because he just doesn't feel like bowling twice this week. What an a*hole!"

Me: He really IS poking fun! "Well, that would certainly cure him of pushing you to sub for him...."

MW: "Who knows.... I'm bowling tonight and not happy about it."

And so it goes on. Maybe this love for bowling with a bunch of drunk geriatric acting middle aged men is waning? Perhaps to be replaced with an activity he can do with the family or me? Stay tuned...