What is it about mothers? Why can they rattle you in ways that no other living being can? And this while they are obviously trying their best to be good to you. To actually help you.

I would never dream of becoming as upset or irritated if any other person would say the exact same things to me that my mother does.

My daughter just yawned. She yawns sideways. One day she will ask how I always manage to upset her like no-one else will.

*Sigh*

Last night, I was about to rent Bowling for Columbine, which has finally come out on DVD. Then, my wife said "Let's watch a silly comedy instead". So we rented The Hot Chick. I don't think I would even have smiled, had I rented this by myself. But watching it with my wife, and listening to her delectable laughter, made it a really, really funny film. Just like watching that same guy in Animal and in Deuce Bigelow, Male Gigolo was fun, because I watched them with her.

What can I say? My wife has a soft spot for silly comedies.

And I for her.

Now I know I'm insane. My riding partner dragged me last Sunday morning, at 6 am, on a bike ride with a crazy group of people.

This morning, I woke up at a quarter of 5 to go riding with the same group. And I didn't even bring my riding partner. We went almost 50 miles. In 2½ hours. I was back before 8 am.

Insane. That's the only explanation.

We do not own a TV. Which probably explains why my daughter watches clothes dryers with the same enthusiasm as the average American watches a football game.

You can just imagine her going "Get in there, you piece of sock! Get those trousers! I haven't seen such performance since the playoffs in 1957!" (remember, she is an 80 year old man)

My daughter is an 80 year old man. Judging from the grunting that she emits when she sleeps.

I keep waiting for her to sit up one day, putting her false teeth in her mouth, spitting out old tobacco and yelling: "Where the devil are my slippers?!"