After a short trek out yesterday to pay a couple bills, we rented a few games, and that is what has been flickering on our television since. I guess not the most interesting way to pass time, nor a very interesting topic to post about (for most anyway) but oh well. It's my life and I am getting used to the idea of being boring, ha!
On the houseguest front, not much has changed except for the fact that I may actually be loosing more footing around here. The hubby just is no where near as bothered as I am, and it sounds like he doesn't believe I heard what I heard. Lighter flick, pause, cough. Really? He gets a playmate, I get an ulcer, that seems fair.
Bare with me here, my birth control shot is only a week away from being due, which means if I am usually over sensitive, you should see me now. At least it's once every three months instead of every month, I am sure the hubby thanks his lucky stars for it.
Short post, I know, but the boys want me to play Halo 3. If only I could claim to whip their asses at it, but I can't unless an extreme streak of luck hits mid-game. I take satisfaction in every kill though. Every girl needs a hobby, right?
2 comments:
lame. don't be boring. you're not boring.
i've actually never played halo. there was a halo tourney with the frat that Senator was in our freshman year of college (maybe sophomore) but it was closed off to girls and i got kicked out. that was the closest i've ever been to seeing it.
also, i'm sorry hubby and houseguest are being lame. you should withhold from sex or something, until you get your way. use your girl-power!!!
haha. kidding. kind of.
heart!
also, because i don't want to expose your blog to sassy... this is my comment from your other blog:
OMG the yellow truck is what does it. my first boyfriend in high school was this guy who eventually ended up owning this big yellow ford pickup truck. he was awkward, i was awkward, we were both from TINY towns. on one of our dates, he showed up to my house in wranglers, cowboy boots, a miller hat, cutoff plaid shirt, and a beer in his hand as he jumped out of his big yellow truck. that's what did it for me, really. :)
but your date sounds sweet. can't wait to read more.
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