I lost my wedding band for about an hour last night. We thought it had come off in the meatloaf when I was mixing/mashing it up, but we didn't find it there (we ate very carefully). I ended up finding it under the oven. That sucked.
As per the recent standard, I am having very bad luck with my desktop PC. It's randomly freezing. The forums and such claim that my specific problem is fixable, but none of their suggestions have worked. I'm debating between setting up WinXP immediately or just sticking it out and waiting for the new version of ubuntu to be released next month. I'm also thinking I should ditch ubuntu and go back to linux mint. Ubuntu is working like a champ on this laptop though. Super stable. In the words of Method Man, a demolition crew couldn't wreck it.
Stephen may be getting past his shy stage. He had a lot of fun with Steve last night and he showed no trepidation around my in-laws this weekend. He's doing lots of cool stuff. He's having a lot fewer tantrums now, and he can suddenly keep himself entertained for long periods. His favorite "toys" are still ridiculous, though. A pen inside an empty coke bottle. A carabiner with an empty key ring on it. Remote controls are still near the top of the list.
My wife's fantasy football team is a perfect example of the manipulative ability of wives. She's been softening me for six months. It started off as "Will you help me with my team next year?" This would receive a definitive response of "Hell no. I hate fantasy football." Then she would whine even though the draft was 6 months away. That behavior kept up the same for a while.. then as the draft approached she was always asking me what she should do (like I know). Then, during the draft, she didn't want me to go on a beer run because she couldn't possibly make any picks without me. Now it's the beginning of "who should I play?" every week. I found myself staying up until after 1am last night to see the conclusion of the last game of the week so I could make sure my wife's team won (they did, even though Ray Rice and her receivers completely sucked). Why am I constantly doing things I don't want to do? Oh, that's right--I'm married. I'm starting to see where all the cliche wife/husband jokes come from.

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