An extra dishwasher unloader aside, it's been kind of a hassle having My Lady's high school boyfriend, Trent, living with us. She brought him home from her high school reunion this past weekend. At first, I thought having another set of hands around to unload the dishwasher was a plus, but I'm beginning to think otherwise. The guy has got a major attitude.

Last night he was like, "Checked out your blog, bro. Kinda lame."

When I asked him why he thought that, he cited the lack of coverage about the the protests in Iran over the election."Dude, you need to cover that shit. Stuff is GOING DOWN over there."

"But that's not really what my blog is about," I told him.

"Well, it should be," Trent said. "Life is more about Star Jones and your fugly toes, bro."

He then proceeded to eat the rest of the artichoke dip.

It wasn't the best of nights.