I Torment My Husband By EyeBombing All His Stuff

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Jun 3, 2015

“Why … why would you do this?” BECAUSE I CARE, RAND. BECAUSE I CARE.

Someone once told me that the key to any lasting marriage is honesty, which is maybe true for, like, the Pilgrims, or any other archaic religious group that doesn’t believe in the real secret to marriage: passive aggressiveness. Also spite. Having a shared interest or hobby helps, too. But seriously, that last thing is impossible to find (I, for one, have met precious few date-able men who want to sit around eating cake, dishing about how the instructor in barre class used to be a dancer (but now is just bitter), and pausing Jeff Goldblum movies at opportune moments where his abs are in full view. That’s not to say that men like that don’t exist. Just that if they do, they probably don’t want to have sex with women).

Besides, passive aggressiveness (or PA, as those of us in the Pilgrim-free Happy Marriage Club like to call it) and spite work just fine. Dear Abby won’t tell you this, because as long as you have problems, she’ll continue to have a job. Not me, though. I can be totally honest with you because I’m unemployed.

Before I begin telling you of how my own PA awesomeness saved my marriage (Yet again, I whisper into the night), I am compelled to describe our home to you as it is pertinent to the story.

Rand and I live in a 3-level townhouse that is a prerequisite for nearly every childless 30-something entrepreneur in Seattle. The kitchen and living room are on the first floor, our bedroom and Rand’s home office are on the second floor, and my office is in a lofted area at the top (which is convenient, because it means Rand doesn’t have to listen to me yelling at YouTube commenters). There are bathrooms on the first and second levels, and you can rest assured that whatever you are looking for is not on the same floor that you’re on. Especially if it’s your cell phone. And it’s ringing.

This sort of layout is great if you don’t have a very big lot of land to begin with, and also if you plan on hating all future residents of the unit.

Several times over the last week or so, my beloved has walked into the living room and said, “Damn it, I really wish we had tissues down here.”

Now, keep in mind, there is a bathroom on that first floor with rolls and rolls of toilet paper in it, but apparently my husband is the Queen of England, and using t.p. to blow your nose is an activity worthy of serfs.

His comments led me to conclude that we were out of tissues altogether. That was until I checked the bathroom closet in Rand’s office. I found boxes and boxes of them, as though I’d been stockpiling tissues in anticipation of harsh rationing during some inevitable future Kleenex War. There were just sitting there. IN HIS OFFICE.

I grabbed one of the many tissue boxes in the cabinet, intending to bring it downstairs. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, because if I did, how on earth would Rand know how upset I was? I can’t just tell him how I feel. This isn’t France.

I handled this like an adult.

So instead, I spent an inordinate amount of time looking for my bag of stick-on googly eyes (they were in a drawer, along with my checkbook and a pair of blue latex gloves. I think I was trying to put the magic back into paying my taxes) and proceeded to affix them to the tissue box. This is a practice known as eyebombing, and it is a wonderful use of one’s time.

The tissue box was glorious. But it wasn’t enough. So I gave it a speech bubble:

After that, it seemed only right to add googly eyes to all of his stuff. And more speech bubbles.

For some reason, I decided that everything in our home was a rational being, living a life of constant agony. Sort of like the record player in the Flintstones.

Do you remember how the record would scratch and his beak would get ruined and they’d THROW HIM OUT?

Consequently, they were spouting some really dark, Nihilistic type stuff.

I used the Comic Sans font on all the speech bubbles because Rand hates Comic Sans. And because Nihilism is funnier in Comic Sans.



Rand also hates clipart, so I’ve included some.

This was the first little guy Rand found. He was also my favorite. Because when you see him you wonder why he’s so down.

And then it hits you.

He’s constantly vomiting gallons of water.

(I know, I know. The entire state of California is made up of charcoal briquettes right now, and here I am wasting water. But I left it on for a second and also, quiet, you.)

Rand was somewhat alarmed by this.

“Oh, god. What did I do?”

I didn’t answer. I just started laughing maniacally. Surprisingly, my cackling like a Bond villain did nothing to do calm him down.

Fortunately, he found the tissue box not long after.


And then he found the rest.

“That is NOT true. I love my computer.” – Rand


I’m pretty sure I’m part of the reason why my husband drinks so much fancy scotch.

He didn’t really get why so many of our household appliances were sad.

The half-empty box of Life felt apropos.

“Why would the dishwasher say that?”

It was almost better when it was open.

I thought the freezer was really cute. It kind of looked like a duck. For reasons still unclear to me, I decided to give him debilitating self-loathing.

“Um, baby, this looks like it took a long time.”

Yes, beloved. Yes. Building a strong marriage often does.

Later that night, as I was climbing into bed, he came in from his office and gave me a hug.

“Thank you, baby, for all the things you do for us,” he said.

“I do things for us?”

“Of course. Like today, you put eyeballs on things.”

“I did that for us.”

“Yup. And I didn’t have time to do it. So if you hadn’t, no one would have.”

I must have been awesome in a past life, you guys, because I sure as hell don’t deserve this one.


Update 1: It’s now the next day, and Rand has yet to move the tissue box downstairs.

Update 2: I had him read a draft of this post (in my office) and while he was doing so he said, “I wish there were tissues up here.” I am married to a monster.

Update 3: Rand hasn’t found all of the eyebombs yet. We’ve dismantled all of the ones he has discovered and I’m wearing the speech bubbles and placing eyeballs all over the house. Sometimes randomly.

I should probably go work out or something.

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  • toddmintz

    I did something similar with members of my family…except it was with a Chucky Doll. Needless to say…you and I are somewhat different… :.)

  • bobrains

    you are my hero

  • Penny Griswold

    Spectacular. Guess I know what I am doing this weekend.

  • Lizz

    I read your post aloud to my fiance. He said he could totally see me doing similar. However, he’d purposely not bring down the tissue box just so he could get more “eyebombs.” He also mentioned that when it was all over he’d save the original tissue box and chat bubble as a memento.
    Thank you for the good laugh!

  • Lizz

    I read your post aloud to my fiance. He said he could totally see me doing similar. However, he’d purposely not bring down the tissue box just so he could get more “eyebombs.” He also mentioned that when it was all over he’d save the original tissue box and chat bubble as a memento.

  • Oh my goodness….where have I been??!! I’ve seen these posts from Rand on social but always too busy to read them.

    I have now found my favorite blogger of all time.

    Anyone who takes that much time to eye-bomb things around the house and then write about it is aces in my book.

    This was the first post I’ve read all the way through this year…even counting my own.

  • Wot a feckin Maniac lol. How could anyone not laugh with their marriage buddy when they r as crazy as u r ? (Nicely, that is)
    Mite send this to My Ex so she can c where we drifted apart. lol, chortle, chuckle. Lucky Rand

  • littleconstellations

    This might be my favorite post yet. Like, ever.

  • Our inner monsters…

  • Did you write the script for this TV ad? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDkwFzmJTk0

    • this is the best commercial I have ever seen in my life

  • And have you been to Sydney recently and not told me? https://instagram.com/p/3fvD9Frs5c/?taken-by=ciaranj

  • Diane

    That reminds me I have a bag of googly eyes somewhere… 🙂

  • Pauline Susanto

    Hilarious! I had to sniffle my laughter (and snorts) in my office… and thanks for the great idea!

  • I absolutely love the way your mind works!

  • I laughed until the Comic Sans came up. That’s just cruel.

  • Laughing SO, SO, SO HARD. On the train. You made me embarrass myself.

  • Cassieleigh

    Evil genius. 😉

  • THIS IS THE BEST! *secretly begins listing the objets at home she is going to bring to life *

  • I loved loved loved reading this post. Great job! PA used in the best way possible!

  • And here I thought I was killing it with my random, weirdly-placed post-it note messages 🙂 *goes out immediately to buy box of googly eyes*

  • This is hilarious! I ‘need me some’ googly eyes and a printer. 🙂

  • Lisa

    I want to be you now. Love this!

  • My daughter eye-bombed our fridge. Is this her passive-aggressive way of telling me something? 🙂

    • everywhereist

      OH. MY. GLOB.

      She is a genius, is what she is. Nurture her, and fear her wrath.

  • Paul Beck

    Okay, I think I love you. But shhhhhhh, it’ll be our secret.

  • I wrote a blog about your blog. It’s not nearly as funny, but maybe later, after I open the wine…. http://kimwellswrites.blogspot.com/2015/06/googly-eyes.html

  • Kristina Cline

    So have you loaded these all to vandaleyes.net because they need to be. Anne wheaton loves vandaleyesing things. This post cracked me up, now I can do office work in a happier mood.

  • betsy

    my husband has no idea what this post is. since it’s payday, i think i have to hit up the craft store for googly eyes because this is AWESOME

  • fluid00

    Love your writing. Kim – Eyebombing founder, lover of nihilism.

    • Everywhereist

      I really, really hope this is actually you, Kim. Because if it is, I have reached the pinnacle of internetting.

      • fluid00

        Oh but it is. I am a vain, vain man, looking out for my creations all over the internets. (As a designer, I feel the need to speak up in the defense of Comic Sans… It clearly has it’s uses, case in point)

  • Michelle

    I’ve just ordered 500 goggly eyes. Just in case the situation demands it.

  • ccoplick

    Omg, seriously woman, can you STOP being so freakin’ awesome? Comic sans was the genius touch. That, and all the eyeballs. I’ve thought of googly eyes, but I didn’t ever consider giving anything a speech bubble. You have reformed my ENTIRE LIFE.

    • Everywhereist

      I can’t stop being awesome, dearest. I’ve tried. BUT IT IS WHO I AM. 😉

  • Michael S. Williams

    The way you write, is how I write and talk (no I am not a writer – but hopefully you get the point – please don’t force Raisinets on me – I loath them). I am an educator in the arts in TN … but this is how I talk to my students. Daily. They both hate me and love me because I make them pee themselves in class. Maybe at this point I should point out I teach all boys….

    Thank you for your work (in seriousness). It really is a delight to read.

  • Patricia Sirois

    Hilarious, great twisted humor. I think I luff u.

  • S. Charto

    When my husband gets something new, he tears off the tags and leaves them on the cabinet which is right over the garbage can. All he has to do is open the cabinet and throw it in. (the garbage can has to stay in a cabinet because the dog eats garbage) I’ve left the tags for a month but he never notices. I would love to eyebomb him and leave a message like you did, but I can’t think of anything clever. Any ideas would be appreciated. We’ve been married for 34 years and I can embrace the passive aggressiveness to bring our marriage to a whole new level

  • HAHA, this is the best.
    I should start doing this.

  • Melissa Smith

    The fact that he still asked the question and didn’t what you were getting at doesn’t surprise me because I have a husband that is just as if not even more thick headed and annoying.

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