Ugh, I swear, this office is like a never-ending race. It's like the Energizer Bunny on crack, always going and going. It's like I've just run a marathon while juggling flaming torches and reciting Shakespeare's sonnets backwards. But les-be-honest the coffee is good.

I barely took off my shoes when my wife swooped in, scooped me up like a helpless damsel in distress, and deposited me on the bed! I tried to protest, "Come on, woman, I'm tired! Give me a chance to catch my breath at least."

But she just gave me that look - you know, the one that says she's not having any of my whiny BS. So, here I am, feeling like a limp noodle, pinned down by her loving, somewhat oppressive, affection.

*I gave her a playful smack on the shoulder and grabbed her cheeks as if she were a cute little bunny. With a wide grin, I chuckled, "You're looking way too serious there, cutie." I pulled her cheeks in a teasing gesture, as if I were testing her elasticity.