As of last Monday, the legendary Hot Comma Momma has returned.
A more conscientious and emotionally non-involved writer would definitely have found time to document this momentous event long before now.
Unfortunately, he is currently tied up in jury duty, which leaves the fearsome responsibility of accurately relaying this narrative in the hands of a clearly preoccupied journalistic slacker like myself.
This honor is humbling and a little intimidating, but I will do my best not to screw it up too badly.
Camille came bearing coffee, which is the truest route to a man’s heart, assuming that the organ in question is located in my chest.
Since her return happiness abounds:
- I am happy to have her back.1
- The kids are happy to have their cuisine no longer limited to frozen entrees.2
- The guys I manage at work are happy that I am no longer insane.3
Clearly, this is a win/win/win situation for everyone, except of course for the forces of depression which have suffered a critical setback with the untimely reappearance of her Royal Hotfulness.
Though I am certain that even now those dark thoughts are marshaling their forces for a second assault, they really don’t stand a chance in light of the radiating luminance and super-sized happy thoughts inspired and emitted by the presence of the Hot Comma Momma.
Life is good once again.
- I am also pleased to have her front and both sides as well. A spouse’s return is no place for an installment plan. ↩
- This statement has been found by the state of Tennessee to contain significant amounts of hyperbole. Thanks to Roann Mathias and to Glenn Harris for their contributions to the Ominous Offspring Nutritional Support Program. It was all quite delicious. ↩
- Sanity is of course, is a relative state. A more accurate statement would have been that those employees that report directly to me are pleased that my mental state now enjoys a greater proximity to “sane” than it did during my wife’s long absence. ↩
At first I thought this picture was Beckham and his spice wife, but then when I saw that the jersey said “Costa Rica” and there was an American flag in the background, I realized my mistake.
That is funny rj.
Thankfully Brent & Camille are much more down to earth and attractive.
What a cute couple. You look so happy to be together. How long did you say? 18 years. You look like babies. Hope that you always stay “fresh.”
As you now have those blasted Beckhams, can we have these two?
Lord Likely,
Sorry, Not a chance!! We need Brent to fend off squirrel attacks and the last time HMC left the country, our society nearly collapsed. You can come here though. ;)
And oh yeah, those two for Brent and HCM, hardly a fair trade. You would have to send at least three more couples………….and some of those cool bulldogs you guys have.
oiyay como va feliz navidad mucho gusto bienvenidos encore Camille :)
Brent,
They’re doing that spanish stuff again. Please make them translate if they are going to do that.
An approximate translation would be:
“Coffee, much coffee would be required to trade you for anyone. Jan Valdez can make the arrangements.”
You see now why they kept it secret.
I’m glad to hear it is win/win/win, rather than just win/win. i think you know how I feel about win/win.
Yes of course, Diesel. That is exactly why we set it up that way.
I have my R and D department working on the win^4 scenereo, we hope to have it ready for market by Christmas.
Speaking of commercialism, congratulations on your book. I will be seeking one for the Comma Library.