Or are you just happy to see me?

A few weeks ago, I noticed a rather large bulge in my pants. "Is that a phone in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" my wife asked. "Err...it's a phone in my pocket," I said, and whipped it out to show her. (THE PHONE, people! Sheesh. Clamor down.) This was certainly … Continue reading Or are you just happy to see me?