One of my favorites times of the day is just after the Komaneckys have made a fresh batch of coffee, right around five in the evening. Misses Komanecky is usually elbow deep in her hot glue gun, while her son Matthew is usually getting gassed in the other room drinking incredibly strong and bitter coffee.

Matt Komanecky gassed on coffee is really funny stuff.

How come everytime I go over to Matt K's house I get treated like I'm some kind of rabid dog? They (Matt K. and his Mother) are always accusing my of sabatoging their "Chi."

Does anyone else have a similar problem with the Komaneckys?

If so, keep it to yourselves. The Komaneckys are a sensitive bunch and have been known to engage in fits of crying.

I'm pretending to blog right now, so I don't have to help Matt out with his stupid school project. Has anyone else been suckered into helping Matt out with any of his boring projects? Oh my God. I'd rather be anywhere but there helping him. I mean does he know how boring it is? He asks all these questions, and I don't know what to tell him, and I could just care less anyway. It's the pretending that I care that's is most painful.