The nine month old

June 28, 2002 - 8:17 pm Comments Off on The nine month old

The nine month old fell over the other day and smashed her head on a table leg. She grew an enormous goose egg and now has a nice big black bruise right smack dab in the middle of her forehead. She is an utter and total monkey and gets into everything and she quietly yarked yesterday after eating cheese. Then she played with the yark and then she came over and wiped her hands on my leg.

Man, we have a lot of cleaning to do before M. and D. come over with the kids. This is going to be a very full and happy house for the night but I imagine quite noisy as well. I’ve got an economy sized bottle of ibuprofen for M. and me. I’ll wager that the guys will retire to the porch and drink beer and be loud out there. Perhaps we can all go out there and play spades. I haven’t played in so long, I’ll probably end up bidding nil with the king of spades in my hand (hellooooooooo, K.C.!)

I’m supposed to be beta testing a game right now but I’m stuck playing Neverwinter Nights and I can’t… stop…! We finally got the LAN multiplayer thing going on but hub and I have totally different playing styles. I methodically and anally go through every single house, chest, box, pile of refuse, bag, pile of stones, or anything else that can be opened. I talk to everyone who has a real name (i.e. not “Stinky Peasant”). I try to get all the quests assigned to me that I can and then I go and complete them. All. Oh, and I’m a compulsive saver, too. I save before entering any door or new area, and before talking to anyone who looks important, and after every battle.

Hub just does his shit, gets the job done, moves on. I think I’m driving him crazy.

Somehow I got started reading the drug use trip reports over at and it’s like looking at a train wreck. I must have read 100 since last night. People actually eat nutmeg to get high, for cry-eye-eye.

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