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The Weekend Cometh
Feb. 27th, 2010 01:01 amSaturday:
Dump & recycling run with 2nd Husband (aka "might-as-well-be-my-brother-in-law" who hangs out at our place every weekend with his old lab, Boo).
Farm visit by girlyfriend of 2nd Husband. Yay! Get to meet her kiddo. Consider trapping kiddo in chicken coop for future spoiling and assignment of farm chores.
If we have time, run over to the mainland and buy more chicks to replace the breeds I wasn't able to order or whom we lost (yes, I'm addicted to chicks - BWOCK!). Maybe lunch out and a movie, 2nd Husband hasn't seen Avatar. Nigel (my British-accented GPS system) needs more trial runs. :)
In the evening, a new RPG with Navy friends - a Werewolf thing I'm not terribly familiar with. It's always a good excuse to buy new dice.* I'm a Metis Skygazer(?), should anyone know to which system those terms refer.
For those wondering, yes, I LARP'd Masquerade back at University of Arizona in 1990 (usually due to large quantities of Vodka and nothing else better to do in the fricking desert) and will never LARP again. Never. Especially under the influence of Vodka and with really cute, largely muscled Army ROTC guys in "Howard Jones-style" pegged pants. Nope, not gonna do it. Most especially, I will not make out with the DM, even if there are additional skill points in it as a benie. Again. Nope. Unless he's heavily muscled. *drool*
I may, however, be forced to reconsider LARPing if the entirety of the "Bloom County" complete comic collection is offered to me as an incentive bribe. MAYBE. But only if it comes with the collectible Deathtongue 45 premier of "Run Over Lionel Richie with a Tank" and a "I voted Bill & Opus" women's t-shirt.
Sunday:
Work at the bookstore with Flash.
Call 2nd Husband and have him bring lunch, consider new ridiculous errands to send him on. Chocolate-covered gummy bears, perhaps.
*My dice, much to my horror, aren't all complete color sets. This literally drives me crazy and must be corrected stat. If you have a great source for dice online, please, please, please, tell me where! Husband likes to filch a die now and again to screw up my sets due to my having accidentally (I swear on my left boob, not Berry, the other one, Sammy) borked one of his 6s "Demon Dice". IMHO, one should never borrow anyone's dice that go by the title "Demon Dice" in the first part. *whimper*
Update: Perhaps I should re-consider blogging after taking a sleeping pill. Oh well, here it is in all it's pharmacological glory.
Dump & recycling run with 2nd Husband (aka "might-as-well-be-my-brother-in-law" who hangs out at our place every weekend with his old lab, Boo).
Farm visit by girlyfriend of 2nd Husband. Yay! Get to meet her kiddo. Consider trapping kiddo in chicken coop for future spoiling and assignment of farm chores.
If we have time, run over to the mainland and buy more chicks to replace the breeds I wasn't able to order or whom we lost (yes, I'm addicted to chicks - BWOCK!). Maybe lunch out and a movie, 2nd Husband hasn't seen Avatar. Nigel (my British-accented GPS system) needs more trial runs. :)
In the evening, a new RPG with Navy friends - a Werewolf thing I'm not terribly familiar with. It's always a good excuse to buy new dice.* I'm a Metis Skygazer(?), should anyone know to which system those terms refer.
For those wondering, yes, I LARP'd Masquerade back at University of Arizona in 1990 (usually due to large quantities of Vodka and nothing else better to do in the fricking desert) and will never LARP again. Never. Especially under the influence of Vodka and with really cute, largely muscled Army ROTC guys in "Howard Jones-style" pegged pants. Nope, not gonna do it. Most especially, I will not make out with the DM, even if there are additional skill points in it as a benie. Again. Nope. Unless he's heavily muscled. *drool*
I may, however, be forced to reconsider LARPing if the entirety of the "Bloom County" complete comic collection is offered to me as an incentive bribe. MAYBE. But only if it comes with the collectible Deathtongue 45 premier of "Run Over Lionel Richie with a Tank" and a "I voted Bill & Opus" women's t-shirt.
Sunday:
Work at the bookstore with Flash.
Call 2nd Husband and have him bring lunch, consider new ridiculous errands to send him on. Chocolate-covered gummy bears, perhaps.
*My dice, much to my horror, aren't all complete color sets. This literally drives me crazy and must be corrected stat. If you have a great source for dice online, please, please, please, tell me where! Husband likes to filch a die now and again to screw up my sets due to my having accidentally (I swear on my left boob, not Berry, the other one, Sammy) borked one of his 6s "Demon Dice". IMHO, one should never borrow anyone's dice that go by the title "Demon Dice" in the first part. *whimper*
Update: Perhaps I should re-consider blogging after taking a sleeping pill. Oh well, here it is in all it's pharmacological glory.
