Stuff on My Wife

Napping (or trying to). Saint Jerome picks up a library receipt, sticks it between my legs and says "You've been parked here too long. You got a ticket." all because I told him not to let me sleep too long.

Stuff on My Wife volume 2

I was innocently taking my nap one Sunday when Saint Jerome had an epiphany! The yarn I was knitting with matched the color of my hair. So he decided to adorn my sleeping form . . .


No Brazilian waxing for this 60s guy.

Stuff on my wife

Ever since I taught Saint Jerome how to use the digital camera, he has become Signor Papparazzo, flashing at everything he sees. Sunsets, clouds, people on the street from our apartment window, gliding U.S. Airway jets on the Hudson River mid-flight — you name it. One thing he loves is to photograph me while I am napping (or at least trying to). But it's not just photos of me sleeping. He has to embellish. And this is the way he embellishes . . .

A wedge of Cheddar cheese:



I actually was just waking up from my nap. At least it was still in plastic wrap.