When we first started dating, I would spend hours writing you emails and notes and thinking of all the ways I could impress you.  It was so easy then, to spend days at a time thinking of nothing but you, talking to you on the phone until you literally fell asleep and I had to yell to wake you up, only to talk some more and you’d fall asleep all over again.  I always did know I talked too much – and never have developed that piece of myself that …

This is Rutherford B. Hayes and his wife on their wedding day.  Gosh, Janie…this reminds me so much of us.  Look at the indifference on their faces…the take ir or leave it-ness.  It is like they could not talk or talk forever and still find things to not talk about.  Just like you and me.  And like those two, I’m unmoved by our totally generic love for one another.  I think you’re really, really average and I’m looking forward to at least 2-2/3 more years of garden-variety marriage before we fall …

Oh snap, son!  YA BURNT!
Though female centaurs, called Kentaurides, are not mentioned in early Greek literature and art, they do appear occasionally in later antiquity. A Macedonian mosaic of the C4th BC is one of the earliest examples of the Centauress in art. Ovid also mentions a centauress named Hylonome who committed suicide when her husband Cyllarus was killed in the war with the Lapiths.
In a description of a painting in Neapolis, the Greek rhetorician Philostratus the Elder describes them as sisters and wives of the male centaurs who …

As I mentioned last time we did this, many people stumble upon this site via Google and that fact alone is one of my favorite things about having a website – access to search terms.  People need answers and sometimes, instead of answers, they get to come visit me and hear about my dad’s heart, my cat shitting on my pillow and a whole lot of bitching and moaning about how my lovely wife will not get off me, already.  PLEASE GET OFF ME.  I know that when you’re looking …

Please help me not to murder this dog for sinking his razor teeth into my toes and thinking that my yelling in pain and screaming “NO BITE! NO BITE! NO! NO! OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO BAD! NO!” means bite harder and more ferociously because this is such a fun game.

Also, can you ask him to stop eating everything he isn’t supposed to, like the cats and dust and stray cat litter and leaves and mud and my clothes and anything on the ground in reach of his hoover-like …