As I quickly advance in age, it's remarkable how everyday terms from Star Trek are beginning to describe my life.
When I'm in the washroom, Daddy is "ejecting his warp core. Evacuate."
When the dishwasher breaks, I run around the house, yelling, "Go to red alert." "Initiate a level 10 diagnostic."
When I ask to go out with the guys, my wife says, "Freedom is irrelevant. Resistance is futile."
When it's time to do the dishes after a large dinner party, my wife says, "You have the kitchen, Paul."
Then I watch the Kardashians and puke up Beam Me Up Scotty shots.
