The Definition of Ready

I live with a girl, ugh. We have different ideas of what “ready” means when going out or leaving for work in the morning. I consider myself ready when the only things not on my body are my smartphone and car keys.  April is different, as illustrated below:

When April declares she is ready in the morning, this is what she looks like:

She isn’t wearing shoes, socks or even pants. The top she picked out has a 50% chance of being dumped at the last second.  She does have her hair done and is wearing make-up. She has underwear on most of the time.

To me, April must look like this to be ready:

The result of April false-declaring her ready status often involves me sitting on the sofa with not much to do for 15 – 20 minutes.


Jersey Mike’s is Legit

Last Sunday, I went grocery shopping in the morning. Of course I didn’t eat anything before I left the house, so I was in a hunger-rage after checking out. My girlfriend, April, had been suggesting we give Jersey Mike’s subs a try for a week or so now. I decided to listen to her but warned her about the consequences* of what would happen if it sucked.  Lucky for her, Jersey Mike’s was awesome. We visited the Tempe, AZ location. I had the cheese steak and she had a turkey sub. Check them out, I would probably punch a baby for their cheese steak sandwich on a regular basis.

* The consequences being: me complaining for an hour and shunning her from picking next time.

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