I hate ordering pizza. That's why Brian did it.
I hate ordering it too and make Brent do it. I'll pay the guy once he gets to the door.
I am incredibly bored but I'm watching a thing on Much More Music about the Tragically Hip and Gord Downie (and taping it for Brent). I'm going to go up on the roof at 10 to catch the fireworks.
Have you read the disturbing pharmacy rap poems the Steph posted in Bitches? You'll squirm!
Trudy was telling me about them, and, yes, I did squirm. Shudder.
I'm very far behind there. Will have to try to catch up. I really don't want to do my laundry. I really, really don't.
Brent just called me and he won't be home for the fireworks. I'm now a plastic model AND and D&D widow. *sigh*
For heaven's sake... These boys. You want I should go make Brian an offer he can't refuse so he'll kick the fellows out?
No, that's ok. I don't want to the the whiney wife that spoils the fun.
Ah, yes. But, see, that's why they're all in my basement. So that I always have him close by.
It's true.
All those women who complain about the husbands/boyfriends going out on the town drinking and whoring? See, I just have my husband playing D&D in the basement. All women should marry geeks.
It's all about perspective. One of Brent's model geek friends showed up here at 5:30 to invite us out for dinner with him and his wife. Unfortunately he was out geeked tonight.