Bulldog Barb

My wife, Barb, is an avid Sudoku puzzle solver. She can solve even the very hard Sudoku puzzles. I can't. I can only solve the easy ones. After that, when you have to guess, I get confused. Was that a 5 or a 7 I was thinking might go in that spot? I always guess wrong and end up erasing half the sheet and getting lost. Now, where was I?

Barb, on the other hand, is like a bulldog. She sits in her chair and pencils in the numbers. Barb has a system. She developed it herself. The system involves trial and error, but it works. She gets the Sudoku's solved. I have to go online and print out the Daily Sudoku for Barb every day now.

Barb's stubborn like a bulldog. I think I'll call her Bulldog Barb for a while. I still might use the term Evil Overlord to describe her. Perhaps I'll intermix the two terms. When Barb is being stubborn (which happens frequently), I'll call her Bulldog Barb or just Bulldog.

When Barb's being evil, I'll call her The Evil Overlord or just Evil.

Truthfully, Barb's not as evil as she once was. I think I might be slipping and sliding over to The Dark Side and getting used to Evil. Regardless, I'm thinking Barb is less evil than in the past. Perhaps, Evil-Lite, or Low-Calorie Evil, or "I Can't Believe It's Not Evil" Evil.

Bobby (Bob) is growing out his hair. Bulldog tells me my neice mentioned that she thinks guys with really short hair look bad. Now Bobby is growing his hair. He doesn't really know what he's going to do with his h air, yet. Bobby's hair doesn't do too well semi-long. His hair grows straight out, so now instead of having neat, short hair, he has a "monkey head".

Anyway, my monkey-headed son has been getting up early in the morning to shower. Apparently, Bobby's aware his head can become monkey-like if he's slept on it, so he showers before school. Personally, I think he's going to lose the battle.

Perhaps, I'll toss Bob a banana tonight when I see him.

Evil pulled a good trick last night. She called me on my way home. She'd not gone out all day, so we were out of milk. Likewise, I needed to stop at my mom's house and pick up some beef stew my mom had made. I think the Sudoku was extra-hard yesterday.

I stopped at Mommy's and got my stew and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I called my step-fater, Ralph, "ugly" and left. I went by Stewarts and picked up two gallons of 1% milk. Milk is only $2.19 at Stewarts -- about the cheapest around these parts. Plus, if you buy five gallons of milk, you get a half-gallon of milk or orange juice for free. I usually get either chocolate milk or orange juice.

When I got home, I found Monkey-Head-Boy laying in his bed. He planned to take a nap and get up and do his homework. I told him we had beef stew and lasagna for dinner. He said, "Mom made beef stew?"

"No, you grandmother did. And my sister made the lasagna. Don't you just love living near my family?"

I know I do.