Weeeeellll! As most of you may know, I went on a bit of a tear in my last entry. Hee. Guess I was a bit more 'buzzed' than I thought. I did go out after that entry was done and get more beer, but the wife read part of the entry while I was gone and the fight that resulted from that kind of, well, let's just say BUZZKILL and be done with it. Yes, we had a real (as Waterbelle puts it) bustup. But, it was a good thing.

When I came in, she appeared to be in the same place that I left her, but before I could get 2 words out, she stood up, tears in her eyes, yelled at me and then slapped me in the chest. When she pulled her hand away, her wedding rings fell to the floor and she began to break down and cry. It has begun. At first I was a bit nonchalant about it, being all like "fine, it's my fault, blame me"...blah blah blah, but then we really got to talking. The result was that we got a lot of stuff off our chests, said a few hurtful things to each other, but made a major leap in our marriage. Now, we're even closer and better friends as well as husband and wife. Wasn't really the way I would have chosen to 'get things out' but, hey, the end result was a good one. I love you, Kittikity!

Now on to my 'attack' on Uncle Bob. I don't regret what I did, and I'll admit that, yes, I was afraid I'd piss of UB and that I'd be soon receiving an e-mail telling me to 'suck shit and go away', but I didn't. I also didn't mean it as a direct attack on Uncle Bob himself, I was just responding to a comment he made and defending my position. Uncle Bob and I are totally cool about it. He sent me an e-mail calling me a 'dipshit', I responded with 'fuckin' crazy old fart' and then we did a shot, spit on our palms and shook hands. Heh...not really. He sent me an e-mail explaining his position and I completely understand. Besides, I know as most people should fuckin' learn, that Uncle Bob wasn't 100% serious. So, folks, don't go and send Uncle Bob e-mails flaming him or what not. Unca Bob and Da 'Bear are buds. You fuck with him, you fuck with Da 'Bear. And I may be soft and cuddly, but I have a mean side too. Just go back to my last entry, beeeotch, and you'll see. I'm a literal "Mr. Furious".

On a different note (B flat), I will take this time to make a statement. To Uncle Bob and all of his loyal followers, I Icebear do hearby solemnly swear and state that I am nor have I ever, signed an analyzer (specifically Uncle Bob's) as Anon. If I had known the kind of fire it would have lit under his old ass, I might have contemplated it, but alas, I did not do it. So, there you have it. Oh, and I also did not run down Stone Cold Steve Austin last November at Survivor Series. Heh.

I would like to take a moment and thank all of you who have either signed my guestbook or my analyzer with 'glasses' comments. There are more of us out there than I thought! Woohoo!!! Now, if I can just draw out the cross-dressing necrophiliacs, I'll begin to feel right at home. I'm kidding! Seriously, dammit, I'm kidding. I hate cross-dressing, I can never find a dress to fit and I just do not see how you fuckin' women can walk in heels. Shit. Heh, well, I'd better go, I've actaully just spent the past 3 hours at work doing nothing so I'd best do some work before I get fired. Till next entry, remember Uncle Bob, and everyone, the 'Bear loves ya! Honestly!

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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