Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Dear Diary:

As I see it, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers owe me a supper.

It goes back to the Super Bowl potluck supper Chuck and Terry hold at their house every year. Part of the festivities include a Super Bowl pool--each of us throws in $2 and draws a random number out of a pot.

This year the spousal unit drew Tampa Bay 1. For the spousal unit to win the pool, Tampa Bay had to win, and their winning score had to be 1, or 1 + a multiple of 20--21, 41, etc. As Chuck cheerfully put it at the end of the first quarter, the spousal unit was um, er, ah marital dutied.

Ah, but there are reasons why hope springs eternal. That said, nobody, but nobody on this planet was more surprised to see the score rocket up to Tampa Bay 41 than the spousal unit and I. I was gaily spending the winnings. "You can take me out to supper," I said.

He asked me what gave me the right to spend "his" money. Our friends started laughing.

And then

And then

THE FREAKING BUCCANEERS SCORED ANOTHER TOUCHDOWN IN THE FINAL SECONDS OF THE GAME!!

This was completely and utterly unnecessary. They were crushing their opponents. This was a random, senseless drive-by touchdown and with it they robbed me of a supper out!

You want to know the worst part of this?

The spousal unit lent $2 to Madeleine so she could buy into the pool AND SHE WON THE FREAKING POOL!

Life can be oh so cruel, eh?

Fortunately, I now have a source of comfort, Someone Who Knows Exactly How I Feel.

Beaker, my alter ego.Yep, thanks to the great kindness of Jen, one of my three loyal readers, I now have my very own Beaker.

Beaker is me made male. We both have: hair With a Mind of Its Own; way, way too much plaid in our wardrobes; an unhealthy love of the saddle shoe; a tendency to find ourselves in situations which make us ask, "Why me?" and in moments of crisis we tend to meep a lot.

He even came with his own exquisitely detailed and functional Muppet Laboratory so if I want to set my Inner Dr. Bunsen Honeydew free I can torture Beaker. Except, well, I love Beaker too much to do that to him.

However, if I ever get a plastic Beaker-sized figurine of the spousal unit � well, there may be days when HE finds himself upside down peering through the bubble of the pressure chamber.

Mwahahahahahahaha.

Oh. Wait. Did I say that out loud?

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer 49.41 miles (79.5 kilometers)
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers

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