Working up to a new blog

I'm trying to get Carl to start a blog. Now, hear me out on the title I've come up with for him, and back up a few (hundred) paces with me before I get to the big reveal.

Recently, I found myself sitting in "mandatory" unnecessary training classes for our adoption (g'head, wrap your brain cells around that for a minute; mandatory unnecessary). Anyhoo, during those 8 hour Saturday classes (which covered EXACTLY what we already trained for when we were licensed previously), I was given a packet of adoption paperwork to begin filling out. One paper included questions to be prepared to answer when the homestudy worker came out to interview us. One question in particular made me giggle.

It read, "Name one thing you would change about your spouse if you could."
HUH???
Now there was a day, know what I mean? A day where I could have whipped out my grown up Christmas list of things hoped for. But c'mon. After eight years of dating Carl, followed by 17½ years of marriage, plus growing in the knowledge of what Mark 10:7-8 means, the question truly seemed absurd to me. If I'm still pondering how to change him after all this time, there's got to be a chink in the armor somewhere.

So, Carl and I talked about this question and we did come up with an answer. It took some pondering, but okay, yes. YES! There is one thing I would change, and I was prepared to give the answer.

"Name one thing you would change about your spouse if you could?"

"I wish Carl would stop falling asleep in the chair every night while watching sports."

Yes, net pals, that's it, my marital thorn. It drives me batty. I have hounded him about this one sore spot for years.
His response?
Z-z-z-z!!!
I ask you, what is sooo difficult about acknowledging, "Hey, I'm tired. I think I'll turn off the t.v. and head off to bed."? Well, for whatever reason, Carl just cannot do that. Apparently, he's too busy sawing logs and catching Z's (and as Carl and I affectionately say when one of us plucks the other's nerve, "Still love ya, honey.")

Now then, the two of us do share the same quirky sense of humor, so we agreed that Carl has one lil' thing he'd change about me as well.

"Name one thing you would change about your spouse if you could."

"I wish my wife would quit nagging me about nodding off in the chair at night."

We thought our responses were quite comical. The social worker? Not so much, lol.
But the truth is, and to quote Forrest Gump, "We're like peas and carrots." We fit. We're one. And we found the "change your spouse" question, well,...silly.

And that brings me to Carl's blog. I want him to jump in. So far, he hasn't been moved to fire up the ol' digits on the keyboard. But today I tempted him just a bit more. Because today,...today I came up with a great title. Are you ready?

Narcoleptic Dad.
Living life's greatest moments one fragment at a time.

Isn't it perfect? He's certainly fodder for such a title and I know it won't be difficult to capture the perfect picture for his blog header.

Mark 10:7-8 (NIV)
For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.' So they are no longer two, but one.

Toni