If you ask either my mom or the Monroe County Health Department, they will happily confirm that this Friday is my birthday. And unlike those other 364 days of the year where my preferences generally don't mean shit to, well, most everybody I encounter, I'm seizing the opportunity this year to take full advantage of the privileges traditionally conferred upon the birthday boy. So, in a nod to Drew Magary's Father's Day itinerary, I'm scheduling out my day in advance and would appreciate it if those involved would just see to it that it happens exactly as I fucking choose, for a change.
7:13AM- Wife wakes up without having to hit snooze (x2). After dressing and using the bathroom with ninja-like stealth, returns to bed without waking me. She's feeling frisky. I rise; she shines. We repeat.
7:36AM- Having achieved a climax that registers on the seismic station in Evansville, I instantly return to R.E.M. sleep and finish off crazy flying dream for 1st time ever.
7:13AM- Wife wakes up without having to hit snooze (x2). After dressing and using the bathroom with ninja-like stealth, returns to bed without waking me. She's feeling frisky. I rise; she shines. We repeat.
7:36AM- Having achieved a climax that registers on the seismic station in Evansville, I instantly return to R.E.M. sleep and finish off crazy flying dream for 1st time ever.