Worf
I'll Lock Up
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- Troy, New York, USA
Since the kids no longer away wasting my money in college... he's commuting now, my disposable income has... shall we say, reached a new level. I'm in that wonderful zone now where if I see's a jacket or coat, I just buy it or order it. The ole lady's working on her doctorate, Junior (no I didn't name him after me) is off in his own world, and I've been free to get and open UPS and Postal packages at will with nary a question asked. It's been heaven... However, as we all know "all good things must come to an end".
Puddin' decided to have some of her students over (she's already teaching some labs at the local Uni) for a little hen party. I was out and about. When I got home I found her fumin' and foamin'.
"I try to have some people over and there's barely a free seat in the house! Leather jackets everywhere. I go to put them in the closet and there's no room! Once I got it open I could barely close the door! How many coats and jackets does one man need? Is this some new fetish??? Do you need to see someone about it?"
It went on like this for some time. Once the initial assault was over it settled into a series of running battles. I, of course, foolishly pointed out that she had 6 closets to my 2! I also retorted how she has clothes with tags on em that HAVE NEVER BEEN WORN! I did come to my senses however and did not point out that she also has wardrobes for the 3 or 4 dress sizes she's put on since she started this whole Doctoral thing. I may be brash but I'm not stupid.
Sigh... so now I'm back to sneaking and peeking. I managed to get a Viet Nam era N3-B in the house (wearing it today) before the naval blockade started. But hey... these is the conditions that pervail!
Worf
Puddin' decided to have some of her students over (she's already teaching some labs at the local Uni) for a little hen party. I was out and about. When I got home I found her fumin' and foamin'.
"I try to have some people over and there's barely a free seat in the house! Leather jackets everywhere. I go to put them in the closet and there's no room! Once I got it open I could barely close the door! How many coats and jackets does one man need? Is this some new fetish??? Do you need to see someone about it?"
It went on like this for some time. Once the initial assault was over it settled into a series of running battles. I, of course, foolishly pointed out that she had 6 closets to my 2! I also retorted how she has clothes with tags on em that HAVE NEVER BEEN WORN! I did come to my senses however and did not point out that she also has wardrobes for the 3 or 4 dress sizes she's put on since she started this whole Doctoral thing. I may be brash but I'm not stupid.
Sigh... so now I'm back to sneaking and peeking. I managed to get a Viet Nam era N3-B in the house (wearing it today) before the naval blockade started. But hey... these is the conditions that pervail!
Worf