The blog is back. It’s
been a wild six months. As many of you
know, I’ve started a new job that I love, and it’s been busy busy busy. Thanks for your patience while I’ve been
transitioning. My job is not the only
thing that’s in transition. So is the
blog. Guess What Happened at Work Today? is evolving to Guess What Happened Today? It’s not that I don’t like writing about work
anymore, it’s just that there are so many other cool and weird things going on
to write about. So here we go...
Guess What Happened Today?
I just woke up from a pretty hellish night. My lovely wife and I did something last night
that long-married couples should never do.
My bride said it was a bad idea, but I convinced her to try something
that we have never done before. I think
other couples have done it and survived, but I’m not sure of that. It was dangerous and it was risky. I was sure that it would improve things, but
Laura was pretty sure it wouldn’t. We
were nervous, and I was intent on getting it right the first time. After almost
25 years of doing it the same way, we suddenly changed things up. We switched sides of the bed. And it was a freaking disaster.
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| Pick your side. And stick with it. Forever. |
This is a true case of ‘…If it’s not broken, don’t fix it…’ There was no real reason to change sides of
the bed. We got new pillows yesterday,
and I guess I got wrapped up in the excitement of that big change and decided
to throw caution to the wind and shake it all up. Let me tell you, this is not the kind of
exciting change you should want to make in the bedroom. It was horrible, with a capital Yuck!
First, we have a king-sized bed, and we’re both
edge-huggers. This creates a large gulf
between us that previously was often filled with a kid, and that is now
frequently filled by a dog. The dog was
in a total state of confusion all night, and that doggy angst translated into
Laura angst. She was skeptical from the
get-go on this one, and I was excited and ready to view life from the other
side of the bed. If truth be told, I hated it from the minute I got into bed,
and it was only made worse when the dog came flying onto the bed and landed
squarely on my junk. I yelped, and Laura
snickered.
We tossed and we turned all night long. I was wildly relieved to hear that Laura
hated every minute of it because I wanted my side back, but there was
absolutely no way in hell that I could have woken up this morning and asked to
move back to my side. This experiment
proves that change for the sake of change is a crappy idea. So at 6:09 am, we switched back. I’ve now seen life from the other side, and I
didn’t like it. No sir. Not one bit.
The moral of this story is that if you need excitement in
the bedroom, and you want to experiment, there are a whole lot less risky ways
to get it than to ask your 25-year sleeping partner to switch sides of the bed.
Up next, my new life at the gym.
