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So I meet my wife for lunch and a little shopping today during an extended break. She had our two youngest with her, as well as her two nephews. They were surprisingly well behaved, but for some reason I was in a pretty foul mood. Maybe it was the monotony of all the meetings I had just had all morning. Maybe it was the general depression that overwhelms me each and every morning I go to my boring-ass job.

Anyway, I was not having much luck finding any pants out on the displays that would even come close to fitting me. My fellow tall guys out there know that if you are not right there when they bring out the 34 inseams, you might be SOL. Well, unfortunately for me, that 34 inseam also accompanies a 38 waist. The nice little old lady putting the clothes out saw me leafing through about 500 pairs of pants looking for that elusive 38 x 34 size sticker. She then brought me a pair from a different section, saying that she found my size. They were 34 x 34’s. Wow, my day just got better. When I told her I needed 38’s, she refused to believe it. She even went as far as saying that I had a better body than any guy she sees walking around in the store! I looked around praying that my wife heard her say that. She did :-p

OK, bring on the rest of the day. Wait, I just realized something while writing this. Oh God. The Mommy Bloggers are getting to me. Am I now a Daddy Blogger? Do they make Keds for Men?

Oh, and to all the keds-wearing mommy bloggers I offended with yesterday’s post, I give you the following video. Nice try guys. Close, but no cigarette…

Now that my wife is a mommy-blogging superstar, I see her checking out the writings of other moms out in the blogosphere. I could not believe how many are out there!

One thing I have found is they seem to fall into two distinct groups. One group is wholesome, clean (oops, can I say that Sen. Biden?), and writes nice little diatribes about how great family life is. Think of them as Christian rockers. They are hip enough to know what a blog is, but they probably wear White Keds.

Then there is the other group, of which I believe my wife belongs. They claim to tell it like it is, no holds barred. They use technorati tags like ‘wet fart‘ and ‘butt and poo‘. Go ahead and search, you’ll see! They are not afraid to talk about their private parts in ways us men really should never hear. Some of them know Wordpress and Blogger inside and out. They are Joan Jett and Kim Gordon. They get 80 comments per post from their legions of fans. They are the ones smoking in the girl’s bathroom.

Of course, nothing shocks me anymore after being married to my wife for nearly 8 years. I was forced to get over the initial awe the first time I had dinner with her family. Man, I was so innocent back then…