I Love My Wife

While Jesse is off in San Diego I get the luxury of holding down the fort here. It's been quite an adventure. Poor Jasper was sick on Monday and besides that I've been running around like a maniac between a crazy work week and all of my man-dates with Tung.

It just so happens I was lucky enough to stumble upon some fellow Armstrongs to help me while Jesse is away. I met them at a great local Brooklyn bar called Soda. You can totally see the resemblance.


They were even nice enough to sign this book that I happened to have on me.


Quick anecdote: Dooce totally thought I was lying when I told her that I was there on behalf of my wife. Apparently a lot of guys were using that line. Once they found out my last name was Armstrong, Dooce's husband Jon immediately started screaming the Armstrong Scottish victory battle cry "Invictus Maneo!" (I remain unvanquished). They then asked me how I could be married when I'm only 21 years old. Sheesh. Needless to say it was a fun 5 minutes and I was glad to be a proxy-stalker for Jesse in lieu of her absence. I have to say Dooce was beautiful in real life and approximately 7 or 8 feet tall.

The things we do for the ones we love.