A good match

Last night, watching a recorded show, I was feeling particularly wretched. In the good old days, I would have said I had the "mocus of the pocus." I'm not sure what that means or where the expression comes from, but it works.

In times like this Ricky feels particularly emboldened. As he fast forwarded through the commercials, the remote control button mysteriously malfunctioned during the ads with pretty (VS) girls. The second time it happened, I managed to pinch him. The third time, I feebly attempted to take over the remote. He leaned over with the threatened ear slurp. I backhanded him in the face. He laughed. I retreated to regroup for another day.

It's nice to have life getting back to normal.