Mild Amusement

At work, we have these organizer things for our mail ( they look sort of like this one ). If you're not inclined to click on the link, it's basically a set of slots that can be labeled with a person's name. Each one is assigned to a person, so everyone know where their mail arrives. It makes sense; there's a bunch of us, so you need a way to sort all of the potential mail we get. I don't actually get very much mail at work, but the number is more than zero, so it needs a way to arrive in my hands in a sane way. It's also faster to drop it all off there, rather than personally visiting each and every person to hand-deliver mail. All in all, the system makes sense to me. However, the one thing I hadn't accounted for is that some of these things are rather tall. What's more, they will also put them on a table or piece of furniture, so that no one has to squat down to reach their mail slot. This is nice and all, but after some recent shifts in where peop...

If you've ever watched any of the American sports, you're likely to have seen a spin move. Essentially, you spin around in order to avoid a defender. When used properly, it can leave a defender chasing after air ( like so ) and give you a practically unimpeded path to the basket/end zone. It's one of those things that's incredibly fun to watch when it's executed properly. Now, for some reason or another, it has always come to mind whenever I see someone walking towards me. I fully recognize that the Mild Wife is not trying to tackle me when she's trying to walk past me to the room, but my brain still thinks "spin move!" whenever she's walking towards me. I can't quite explain the rationale for it, but that's just what my brain thinks. I suspect that I've ended up trying to walk past someone and we've both side-stepped to the same side one too many times. I'm fairly sure you've had it happen to you, too. You both mean wel...

The Mild Wife and I like food of all sorts. We will happily eat dino nuggets (and I will stand by my assertion that they taste better than the normal nuggets) and mac n cheese  with no regrets, even though we also have a soft spot for steak. Sure, everyone likes the nicer things in life, but we don't require those things in order to be happy with a meal. Hell, some of my favorite foods are what you might call "peasant food." Notably, pizza is on both the Mild Wife and my list of favorite items. We just plain like pizza. I don't think I've ever had a slice of pizza that was so bad that I wouldn't eat it, and I could easily have pizza for two meals a day without tiring of it. Like I said, we like pizza. This, however, leads to an interesting observation by the Mild Wife: "how come people don't have pizza parties anymore?" When we were younger, these sorts of gatherings were fairly common for birthdays and other celebrations. Looking back, I ...

I remember a while back, I read something online about how to deal with the inevitable question of "what shall we have for dinner tonight?" It doesn't matter how picky or freewheeling two people are with their diets, you still have to make a decision. If you're super picky, your partner has to find an option that will suit your tastes. If you'll eat anything , you have to whittle the list down to just one from your wide range of options. Either way, it can be a bit of an adventure trying to find that one good option. Well, this particular suggestion was what I shall dub the Five-Three-One Method. One partner lays out five options from which to choose, the other narrows those five choices down to three, and then the original person selects the final option from the narrowed list. Everyone is involved in the selection making process, and you definitively assert that you are okay with the options that you have selected. Better yet, it avoids having to choose from e...