The Useless Man

My Mrs. just wrote a little entry on her own blog.
Yes, it’s about me, and how useless I am. How did you guess?

Well, the entry goes something like this, roughly translated from Norwegian:

Nag-nag, nag, nag-nag, nag.
Nag-nag.

NAG-NAG-NAG! NAGGITY NAG!

Nag?
NAG!

It continues… something about IKEA is also included.

I read that, and the look on my face was something similar to this: o_O
And my thoughts were in the lines of: “… eh?”

If you’re like me, sporting a penis, that didn’t make much sense.
I don’t know what she’s going on about, nor will I ever I imagine.

Now, if you’re a female, please do make this all clear to me and the other people sporting a penis, so that we in the future can understand and comprehend these deep and thoughtful ramblings… erm,  I mean thoughts of yours.

My wife uses theme songs for most of her blog entries, and this one she included in the post we’re talking about here.

I give you Rodney Carrington – The Man Song