And Nobody Threw Up! That Is How You Win At Everything.

25/8/2016

Percherons because draft horse teams are the best.

Sometimes lies become perpetuated throughout societies and it's time we address a glaring truth: I have standards.

I only bring this up because Rocko and I seem to continue having the same argument like some sort of passive aggressive version of Groundhog Day where I'm Bill Murray only instead of being a weatherman, my life is a non-profit hurricane, and it's slightly less charming if measured by blizzards.

Many couples argue about the division of housework. But I think it is worth noting the level of energy consumed when primarily, we tend to agree on the facts. For example, Rocko and I might disagree as to the state of the dining room table.

Rocko: Would you take some time to do your filing of the mail? You cannot even see the table.

Me: That is my shrine to the US Postal Service.

Or the fact that the laundry is still laying on the bed because he has been away solving real disasters.

Rocko: Please put away the laundry so I can go to bed.

Me: I have a washer that can download washes from SPACE. Technology is letting us all down. Why are we still folding like our distant ancestors?!

And then we sometimes don't seem evenly matched on considering certain domestic home elements.

Rocko: I think these blinds would look really nice in the living room. What would you think if we removed the curtains?

Me: I didn't know we had windows.

Because of these different viewpoints, it is casually assumed that I have no standards. This is untrue. I have standards. They are just different from most people.

Rocko: How was your day?

Me: Nobody was actively bleeding and nobody threw up. I'd call that a win.

Rocko: Total win.

And I had a really great end to this post, but the internet ate it. Thanks for nothing technology. In the meantime, enjoy some draft horse teams. I hope to get the many, many, many horse photos up on the website soon. Hang with me.