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My husband enjoys texting entirely too much. I got called directly to Mom's from work because she needed me for doggy day care purposes owing to Ravi having a flight delay.


Kevin: Smooch attack! Smooch attack! *accompanied by appropriately cute cartoon*
Laura: Hey love, dogsitting. When will you be home?
Kevin: Am.
Laura: Want to come here? There's cake. (There is, and it's not a lie.)
Kevin: Oh really now. Maybe.
Laura: Bring Mario Party or something.
Kevin: Love this rain, huh?
Laura: Tell me about it.
Kevin: Got home and it was pouring, now it's a mist.
Laura: So will you come have cake and video games with me?
Kevin: I don't know...
Laura: I can always call my boyfriend if you wanna stay home.
Kevin: Just tired and achy. And Random is looking at me suspiciously.
Laura: He's onto you.
Kevin: What to do?
Laura: Tell him the Matrix has him?
Kevin: Do you want the red pill or the blue one?
ladynorbert: (sims)
My husband just texted my phone with the following message:

"Snog attack! Snog attack! Snog attack!"

I'm not having a bad day, but something like that makes any day better.
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It's raining again.

On the up side, we (and by we I mean myself, Kevin, and Andy, who wandered over after work) got the entire lawn mowed before it started. No more backyard jungle. After Kevin and I cleaned ourselves up, we took Andy to supper at the pizza buffet, which he'd never tried. He declared the food way decent, and the portions are exceptional given the price.

On the down side, internet connection is wholly unreliable. I don't want to sign into AIM because I'll be apologizing constantly for getting kicked off. Better I lurk in the shadows, reading my flist and email and meanwhile playing Link's Crossbow Training. I only need to improve my level one score by 2,000 points to qualify for a silver medal. (How the hell do people earn gold and platinum? I mean, apart from the presumption that they've got, you know, two eyes.)

Kevin's already gone to bed. My old man is old.
ladynorbert: (sims)
...I thought I'd share the content of my Valentine card for Kevin. Read more... )
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Dinner with Papa Q had to be canceled because he needs to work late; he apologized profusely and promised to try to meet up with us next time he's in the area. So now we're waiting for Papa John's to deliver our BBQ chicken and bacon pizza with free cheesesticks.

Kevin is playing Roller Coaster Tycoon, the latest edition (whatever it is). With his ridiculously large computer montior, I can see it from here on the sofa. It has a movie making function much like Sims, and so we're watching a movie of a ride on his newest coaster design.

I LOVE this feature. See, one thing I had to give up because of getting sick, and most sincerely regret, is roller coasters. I was never a huge fan, mainly because of my back and everything; but Kevin loves them and I love Kevin, so I let him drag me along onto every coaster in our path. But when the dizzy spells and crap started happening, I retired from all coasters (except one -- the century-old Thunderhawk coaster at our local amusement park doesn't bother me for some reason, probably because it's kind of tiny and not at all fancy). So unless we're with other people who enjoy riding coasters, Kevin goes on them all by himself while I ride a nice stationary park bench. I wouldn't let him give them up.

Well, his love of the ride explains his love of the game, which he plays almost obsessively -- that and Zoo Tycoon are his two favorites. He plays one or the other almost every day. The movie feature on this latest edition has been a lot of fun for us both, because now he gets to design his dream coasters, and then I get to virtually ride them. As long as I stand far enough back from the screen, it doesn't make me dizzy, and I still get some of the excitement of riding a well-designed coaster.

We're sort of goofy.

Me: *stealthy sneaking into the dining room, on tiptoe*
Kevin: *eyeing me* What are you...
Me: I am a ninja! You can't see me! Ninja kisses! *divebomb*

Ah, pizza is here. BBQ chicken and bacon is GOOD.
ladynorbert: (squee)
My husband came home and told me not to plan anything for the Sunday after Thanksgiving.

Laura: Why?
Kevin: Just save the date.
Laura: Why?
Kevin: *makes a sing-songy humming sound which means "I know something you don't know"*
Laura: Oooh....*starts trying to figure out the secret*
Kevin: *just laughs*
Laura: Does it have something to do with Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire?
Kevin: No.
Laura: Hrm. Are we going somewhere, or is someone coming here?
Kevin: No one is coming here.
Laura: So we're going somewhere. *sits down to start thinking* That's the Sunday after Thanksgiving... the first Sunday in Advent... no birthdays... no anniversaries... what could it be?
Kevin: *watches television and leaves her to her plottage*
Laura: Wait. Sunday? Going somewhere on a Sunday that late in the year? Is TSO touring?
Kevin: Hmmmmmmmmmm.....maybe.
Laura: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

So yes, it looks like for the fourth time in five years, my Christmas present from my husband will be floor seat tickets to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

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