Lock the door first

This is what bliss looks like in my life right now:


Stacy surprised me and bought us a dart board, which is something I have wanted to have since I was a little kid. However, growing up with a number of younger siblings, my parents (wisely) opted to never equip us with sharpened, handheld arrows, lest eyes be lost.

So, alas, these 29 years have been spent wanting and wanting. And now, my dreams have become a reality.


You may notice the note written in Sharpie: Lock the door first. See, this is the door to our room, which we often go in and out of, and the last thing I wanted was to send a dart right into the face of an unwitting victim who opens the door just as I let one fly. So we have a new family policy: darts = locked doors.



I hate to say this, but I have been dominating my wife. Some of the beatings I have dished out have almost been criminal. I guess 29 years of desire is flowing out in the form of unfettered dominion.