Playing Hookey!

Gotta love snow days. "Really, (insert name of management type person here), we can't get the car out of the alley and the highway patrol say the highways are covered in ice. Nope, not coming to work today. SO sad. *Somehow manage not to giggle* See you tomorrow."

Just had an amusing conversation with DH.
DH: Do you want anything from the store?
MissMiah: Last night, when we knew the storm was coming, I thought you said we had food?
DH: We do. I just thought we might need more. And I need to do the laundry, so...
MissMiah: Do we have any mashtatos? (cause I suddenly had a craving, and yes, that is how I say it)
DH: Yes, we have mashed potatoes.
MissMiah: Do we have Oatmeal cream pies?
DH: Yes, we have your cream pies.
MissMiah: Can I have one?

Been playing horrible game with the electricity. I think it's called "Can Miah save anything on the computer before the power shuts off again?" It's a cruddy game. Stupid icy power lines. What's the fun of having a day off if I can't play on the computer. Heaven forbid I spend the day talking to DH.

Got severely bored during one of today's blackouts and agreed to read a heavily edited Parvus Obitus to DH. Yes, I married the man... but having him read the smut I wrote just squicks me out. It's fine for perfect strangers or rewil and Jane't, but not DH. Schmuck laughed at me. This is why I don't let him read my stuff to begin with.

Am currently wearing color change nail polish (you know, the kind that changes color depending on the temperature). One hand has an interesting shade of gold, the other bronze. Unfortunately, they are supposed to be the same color. Methinks my body temp is a bit wacky. Wonder if I'm sitting in a draft?

Playing Hookey!

Gotta love snow days. "Really, (insert name of management type person here), we can't get the car out of the alley and the highway patrol say the highways are covered in ice. Nope, not coming to work today. SO sad. *Somehow manage not to giggle* See you tomorrow."

Just had an amusing conversation with DH.
DH: Do you want anything from the store?
MissMiah: Last night, when we knew the storm was coming, I thought you said we had food?
DH: We do. I just thought we might need more. And I need to do the laundry, so...
MissMiah: Do we have any mashtatos? (cause I suddenly had a craving, and yes, that is how I say it)
DH: Yes, we have mashed potatoes.
MissMiah: Do we have Oatmeal cream pies?
DH: Yes, we have your cream pies.
MissMiah: Can I have one?

Been playing horrible game with the electricity. I think it's called "Can Miah save anything on the computer before the power shuts off again?" It's a cruddy game. Stupid icy power lines. What's the fun of having a day off if I can't play on the computer. Heaven forbid I spend the day talking to DH.

Got severely bored during one of today's blackouts and agreed to read a heavily edited Parvus Obitus to DH. Yes, I married the man... but having him read the smut I wrote just squicks me out. It's fine for perfect strangers or rewil and Jane't, but not DH. Schmuck laughed at me. This is why I don't let him read my stuff to begin with.

Am currently wearing color change nail polish (you know, the kind that changes color depending on the temperature). One hand has an interesting shade of gold, the other bronze. Unfortunately, they are supposed to be the same color. Methinks my body temp is a bit wacky. Wonder if I'm sitting in a draft?

Head off Whackin': The Disco Era

So, completely bored (electricity is back on, obviously) and playing Neverwinter Nights again. I turned the game sound down (except for voices and FX, gotta hear the creepies crawling up on me) and am playing my Pure Disco 2 CD as background music.

Just cleared out a dungeon full of zombies to "It's Raining Men." Oddly appropriate with the violence settings DH put on the game. Lots of splatter.

Going back to work tomorrow. Will most likely spend the day hiding in the back room trying to write smut on a tiny, tiny notebook without getting caught. Or I might work. Depends on how unruly the customers get.

Head off Whackin': The Disco Era

So, completely bored (electricity is back on, obviously) and playing Neverwinter Nights again. I turned the game sound down (except for voices and FX, gotta hear the creepies crawling up on me) and am playing my Pure Disco 2 CD as background music.

Just cleared out a dungeon full of zombies to "It's Raining Men." Oddly appropriate with the violence settings DH put on the game. Lots of splatter.

Going back to work tomorrow. Will most likely spend the day hiding in the back room trying to write smut on a tiny, tiny notebook without getting caught. Or I might work. Depends on how unruly the customers get.