- Monday – pull one weed
- Friday – check on the yard, see if the other weeds have gotten the message
- (Possibly done at this point?)
- Sunday – visit the one dead weed’s grave, leave some flowers
- Following Monday – pull a different weed (although again, I must stress, I don’t think any of this will be necessary)
- Following Friday – neighborhood BBQ! (You guys are totally invited! I just found a sweet looking BBQ shrimp recipe!)
- Following Sunday – douse the rock bed area in gasoline, light it on fire
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With a house that will ideally by graced by the presence of a baby, my wife and I are going to need to begin to prepare.
There’s the creation of a baby room: space themed? the less-often chosen egotism theme, complete with a framed poster of Ayn Rand and perhaps some gem quotes like “if you aren’t working, you aren’t contributing, and therefore you should be dead” … note, I don’t KNOW that she said that, but I feel like she probably did.
There are things to buy like a high chair, a stroller, a car seat, some of those glasses that make it look like your eyes are open so I can wear them at work, maybe a tape recorder with sayings to excuse my upcoming work sleepiness with phrases like, “hmm, I don’t understand this code, I better go lay down for a few hours to think about it.”
And then there are the practical every day changes that we need to prepare for – how to hold a baby without crushing it (they are squishy if memory serves correctly), changing diapers, feeding a thing that is prone to having things exit its body like it’s a very gross form of a pop goes the weasel toy but instead of the weasel popping out it is GOOD GOD THAT STINK CHILD, HOW?! HOWWWWW?!?
What are we doing to prepare?
Practicing changing diapers on each other
- Will this ruin our marriage? Possibly.
- Will it make door to door salesmen quit showing up? All but that one, George, and now he’ll be over all the time.
- Will it result in top notch diaper changers? You bet.
Chewing slowly on foods, only to eventually let it dribble out with a smile
- To truly understand a baby, one must drool like a baby
Buying ourselves adorable onesies
- This is to better understand the baby, but also to attempt to offset the damage done by changing each others diapers
- (Hint: It won’t offset it, but boy will we look cute!)
Got any other ideas? Advice? Fear-driven things to shout? Let me hear it below in the comments, on Twitter @DumbFunnery, or in an email at DumbFunnery@gmail.com. If blogs are one thing, they are a place to throw unsolicited advice about any and all topics.
A new life milestone for myself, and much more physically impacting for my wife, we will be parents! Woah!
Aside from that big milestone there are other ones that accompany it: first baby outfit purchased (see below), first time saying goodbye to money for the next X years (where X equals a number I don’t want to think about).
Goodbye money, hello adorable clothes that will be usable for less time than I sometimes wear one pair of socks in a sitting. (Just kidding, you hope.)
- Will Ferrell doing his sudden overreaction screaming thing even though it’s not that big a deal
- A grown man being prickly
- Baby porcupines in a rap battle with a baby Will Ferrell (CGI baby with Will Ferrell’s adult head)
- Betty White as the owner of this ranch
- An important lesson about drug addition (but don’t worry, there will be jokes that belittle alcoholism – you can’t be too sensitive)
- Partial male nudity (but only in the deleted scenes on the DVD, and it’ll be a gag reel of the director showing up on set naked)
- And that director’s name? Woody Allen
Having owned my own house for about a year now I can tell you with confidence that I don’t know what I’m doing.
At any moment a pipe could burst, the dryer could leak acid, the backyard could explode into flames, and I’d think to myself, ‘ah, well, I guess that’s normal.’
One key thing is to seem relaxed and confident while dealing with the issue. Put on your least attractive jeans, an old t-shirt with pit stains that somehow reach down to your navel, and a tool belt (if you don’t have one, an ice cream bar is equally good). Then call in someone who knows what they’re doing and offer advice over their shoulder while you pay them gobs of money per hour.
- “Ah, there’s the problem, my rotator belt is shot,” you might say while the person looks at your breaker box.
- “Oh ho, looks like Christmas came twice this year!” you could mutter while the person explains that your air ducts are so full of hair there is essentially a dead Chewbacca in your vents.
- Maybe you prefer nonverbal communication? Try picking your nose and laughing maniacally while the person explains that putting your Nest thermostat in the microwave is not a cheaper way to heat up the house.
- Try a joke to lighten the mood, “my refrigerator isn’t running, but it has started daily walks to lose some weight,” and then nod in complete agreement as the fire deputy explains why indoor bonfires are bad ideas.
As always, we here at DumbFunnery are just offering our opinion and do not necessarily even bathe more than once a week. Got to go now, the cat is dying for a staring contest.
Shot of a vibrant green golf course, panning slowly to show a sand trap, trees lining the fairway, and finally in the distance we see a man, an old man hunched over with age, walking gingerly up to the tee.
Voice over begins as we zoom in toward the man.
I’m Michael Jordan, and I’ll admit, I’m a betting man.
As we continue to zoom you see Michael putting the golf ball on the tee.
For example, I had bet I wouldn’t live to be 94.
Michael starts standing back up.
I also bet Hanes I would never wear any of their incredibly comfortable, incredibly absorbent, and great-priced adult diaper underpants.
Michael is still standing back up, he’s pretty old you know.
But sometimes you lose your bets, and it’s when that happens,
Michael steps back from the tee.
That you really need some spending cash. Like, I’m willing to do any commercial kind of need.
Michael’s slow, graceful backswing begins.
I don’t even want to think about what kind of commercials I’d be willing to do if I live till 100.
Michael swings, connects with the ball, it zooms forward about 20 feet.
Anyway, these diapers are … (pained, sad noise) a real slam dunk.