The Emasculation of Joe

After going and playing hockey this evening, I had to run by the store to pick up a bag of cat food. I really love dogs, but because my wife had a cat then we acquired a kitten after we were married, I have been thrown into the role of cat owner. I was standing in the checkout line when I saw one of the cashiers who worked at the grocery store back when I was employed there. She of course notices that I have cat food and says, "I didn't know you have a cat." I tell her that we have two and she asks how my dog is. Unfortunately my dog passed away about 2 years ago. He was a big but lovable Chesapeake Bay Retriever. Now I have two cats.

At this point, I have gone from honing out with the guys at the rink and acting like idiots and cracking on each other to talking about my cats. I thought that this would have been the low point. I was wrong.

I came home and my lovely wife, who is a bridesmaid in my brother and sister-in-law's wedding, tells me that I need to exfoliate her back. Huh? What in the hell do I know about exfoliating? I think about this for a second tell her, "Oh, hell no!"

So... Apparently now her back is cleansed and very smooth. I don't quite get it, but I am not under the misconception that I need to know.

So, now I am sure that I have been completely emasculated for the night... I'm sorry hold on one second... Yeah, I have to go. Kathy needs me to help with the self-tanner.