• I have to first preface this with a statement of love and respect for the most brilliant, handsome, hilarious, caring, understanding, patient, FUCKING SAINT of a man that is my husband. I am so thankfull to find him and to those of you still looking – don’t worry, you will too.

    Now thats settled: I challenge you to come to my house and watch some TV. Thats all, turn it on and watch a show of your choosing. If by chance you stumble upon the correct combination of remotes and button pushing and somehow manage to traverse the labrynth of cables and connectors between the mind bending array of computers/cable box/tivo/xbox/playstation/projector/audio, not hanging yourself either by accident or intentionally – I will bake you a cake. High-five.

    AND I’d say that you; the quivering mass on my livingroom floor are ready to salvage whats left of your functioning body parts and attempt to watch a dvd. For this I’ll equip you with alcohol and a Linux handbook. And I promise not to mock you – at least not to your face.

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