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No problem, PepsNick...I'm seldom ever serious on here. Come to think of it, I've seldom serious anywhere. I think one of the best jobs on earth would be as a standup comedian. That would be fun to try.

We, as THE-MEN-WHO-RULE, (since we apparently can no longer be Kings)... We, as THE-MEN-WHO-RULE, can never let the woman know that we can actually milti-task quite well. Let us protect each other from this myth. We are men...we can not chew gum and walk at the same time. Proven fact, we will...

Honestly, for the record, my wife is treated very much as a queen. She is my wife, whom I love, and is therefore worthy of the pedestal she lives on. She has never had to work outside the home. She does do the laundry. She does not do the dishes. (I do) She has no plans of taking the trash out...

Poor Gritty... You know how embarrassing it is when the mailman begins to his lunch brake at your mailbox, to see what you do next? Even worse, he brings his brother-in-law? And you him say... "You ain't gonna believe this."

See how polite I am? I'm not going to say a word about Gritty scaring the mailman. They make clothes for a reason...but I'm not going to mention it. I came in, took a shower at 9:00 this evening. and got fully dressed even though it's almost bedtime. *My wife thinks I'm nuts...if I get up in...

Laughter keeps us from going insane. Yes, we poke at our husbands, our wifes and each other. Last thing on earth I would do is to actually laugh at my wife. Laugh with her...but never at her. That would hurt her feelings, and who would feed me then? I watched her vacuum the living room today...

Anyone ever notice how it always seems to be the woman complaining about the man? Makes you wonder doesn't it? I've read pages and pages of posts...it's ALWAYS the woman. There's a reason they make replacement women...

I will have you know that "delusions of grandeur" have nothing to do with simply being right. Tell me guys, am I wrong? Our Kingdom, our castle. These dancing girls, they keep saying snide things, will all be banished to the dungons. Remember your wedding vows, girl's? You know, the part...

As befitting the husbands royal position as "King of the Castle", he is not directly responsible for the daily needs of the various animals who live in his castle. Rules as rules. Anytime the King is on his royal couch, recliner, or other royal throne, he is to be considered at rest, and not...

Is it his dog, or your dog?