I can't play my game thanks to server upgrades, so I guess I'll say some words.
Baby nap time, check.
Video for toddler, check.
Video game for mom, EEEEEEEEEERNT!, WRONG.
That about sums up the morning.
My husband was on his way out the door after a delicious bacon, egg & toast breakfast served by me, when the kids gave him the most sad faces ever. So he stood there in the doorway, backpack on his shoulders, looking back at them with an equally pitiful looking face. He slumped his shoulders, looked at me, and I said, "You're not going, are you?"
"No," he sighed.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! I squealed because I knew the kids would be so happy and it kind of cheered me up too because I love spur of the moment stuff like that. Family time! Time for scanning checks! Time for fixing my webcam! (Actually that is still not working, but it was a good try.) Time for just more time!
He left for the train a while ago and probably won't get into work until noon. Ah well. All I have to say is, I hate server upgrade Tuesdays...I need my fix. Yes, I admit it. I am now officially addicted to WoW. At least it's only a $15 a month fix. :P
What's been up with me lately? Oh you know, the usual god-awful emotional roller coaster, mood swings of death and doom. Pillaging and suffering. Laughing and crying. Yelling and freaking the fuck out. I hope to solve this mystery by August. Hopefully, I'll be in a good mood for my birthday next month. I'm going to be 30!
Alrighty, that's enough. Maybe I'll write something creative later. It's been known to happen.
Let's see, maybe I'll just make up a poem off the top of my head right now.
Coffee is getting cold,
The drums are being beaten,
I'll be 30 years old,
I wonder what I'll be eatin'
Dinner is special fun,
When out to eat you go,
Don't have to clean for anyone,
Dress up, put on a show
Drink a bit of alcohol,
Cackle like a witch,
It doesn't matter at all,
Cuz' you're a partyin' son-of-a-bitch!
Thank you, thank you!