… but I thought I’d share that I’m back from my honeymoon, with the new Mrs. Bricker in the process of converting my bachelor pad into a real home – no longer will stacked empty pizza boxes be the room decor de rigeur.
I’ve mentioned this place, and Pyroto, in passing, but she’s focusing on undoing ten years worth of disaster in the house before venturing on-line.
Although Pyroto has sapped a lot of time that used to be SDMB’s, I have been hanging out in GQ and chiming in on law questions; my other fora activities haven’t survived…
Congra-rats, Bricker. Maybe the Missus can help you write a new Bricker Challenge. Even though I haven’t had the time to participate in the previous ones, I love reading the questions. I’ve been waiting for a new one for months.
Remember watching football in your underwear, drinking milk straight from the carton, a bathroom that doesn’t spell like chrysani, um, crysamth, uh, tulips, not making the bed, and farting whenever you felt like it?
Well, forget 'em. Fun’s over.
I’ve heard that having a wife does have its good points, though.
Congratulations. All the best in your life and in your marriage. It hasn’t been the same without you (well, I do make a point to read your excellent exigeses of legal issues). And will the next Bricker Challenge be no. 7, or the missing no. 5? I was a rank newbie when the last one came out, but lost SingleDad’s imitation Challenge by a mere 7 minutes (due to being very thorough in my final post), so I look forward to tossing my hat in the original ring.