You Won’t Believe the Stuff My Wife Says
My wife is smart and sassy. But sometimes she gets her mixed words up. We think it’s funny. Maybe you will too.
If you’re wondering how this even happened, the answer is sleep.
The lack of it.
She works hard and her brain is fine, but every once in awhile the synapses fire too fast, too slow, or misfire altogether and we get comedy gold.
I started writing them down because they cracked me up.
And then all these posts from “Stuff my Dad says” or “Shit my Dad says” started appearing in my social feed and I figured we had the goods to play along.
So I set up a blog, added some of my own commentaries, and then told exactly one person: my wife.
Since then “Dysexlic.com” has somehow grown into a wonderful compendium of literary masterpieces that bring joy to an ever-increasing audience.
I invite you to join us and subscribe. We publish new posts every time she opens her face hole.
Or connect with @tishmywifesays on social.
And if you’re interested in having either of us or both of us on your podcast, drop me a note.
PS. Her name is not Tish (shit backwards). And it’s definitely not Amy.