Several moons ago I was watching one of the many little viral internet videos of Blood Elves, a race of characters from World of Warcraft, doing their high-class little Brittany Spears dance. This was well before Shawn got himself his second pair of glasses.
From behind me, I hear Shawn ask, “What–what is that? Is that a–That looks like a bear bleeding spaghetti from its vagina.”
It’s hard to describe the sort of profound silence that befell me then, as I slowly swiveled about in my computer chair to ogle wide-eyed at the delightful, wonderful man I am spending the rest of my life with. I stared at him staring at me, a tumble weed may have gone by, the clock ticked.
Sheepishly within the edible quiet, he finally added, “I should probably get my eyes checked, huh?”
Indeed, my good man. Indeed.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:11 am
Now I’m in love with your husband, too. Want to fight?
I’m also jealous. I never get to tell charming stories of my man being clever on my blog.
March 14th, 2008 at 9:43 am
Found you through TJW… you two are funny. You got yourself a new reader
March 14th, 2008 at 11:00 am
TJW, there are some extremely touching and charming stories, actually–most of them are sprinkled with the good days or when the two of you sleep in. They’re there, but I think right now things are at a point when it’s difficult to see them.
Hello Mantramine! I’m so glad TJW directed you to me, and glad to have you as a reader :) Thank you so much, we’re funny people most of them time. I hope we’ll keep you grinning!
March 14th, 2008 at 2:24 pm
I’m pretty sure it was a bear with spaghetti. Probably some new freaky porn the anime got you into. Damn those Japanese!