I've heard that there are statistics which support the notion that married men live longer than single men. The old joke is no, it just seems longer. Ha. But I do think there is some merit to this theory because every time my wife goes out of down, I seem to make it a point to harm myself. This weekend, my wife has taken the boy to visit grandma, and I've stayed behind to work on the next novel. I've just returned from the store with a number of items that can't possibly be good for me.
You will see pictured Zapp's Death-Hot Jalapeno chips. This is a local brand of chips, so I decided to back it up witj a local beer, Abita's delicious Red Ale. I've also just coated a rack of baby-back ribs with Fiesta brand Extra-Fancy Cajun-All Seasoning. The ingredients are as follows: Cayenne Pepper, Muratic Acid, Broken Glass, Gamma Rays and Fire.
So there's a quick sample of what I'm in for. My wife comes home tomorrow. Thank God. I don't think I could last another day of freedom.