The cupcakes for the WoW party today look pretty yummy. I can’t wait to eat one. I’m fairly certain that they’ll all be gone when we leave Wil’s house. There’s going to be grilling and much geekery to be had this afternoon. The only completely sucky thing is that Wil, the guild leader, is going to be quitting the game at the end of this month and so there’s supposed to be a vote for who gets to be the new leader. There’s really only 2 or 3 people who I can foresee taking up the reins, and 1 of them will completely drive the guild into the ground if he gets it because while he’s a nice enough guy he’s way more hardcore than what the guild was meant for. We’re a casual bunch of people, and I predict a lot of issues with him wanting the group to be more into raiding than we are. Oh well.
I dyed my hair red this morning. With any luck it will actually stay red and not lose all of its pretty color over the next week. I’m not sure where the animals are hiding today, but there was quite the rumble between them in the living room this morning. Chaucer actually cried and ran away from Pickle because I think she nipped him somewhere.
We got the new yesterday that when our lease is up this summer we’ll be able to move into Nanny’s half of the house, essentially the basement of Mom’s. It’s got a huge bedroom and kitchen and a teeny-tiny bathroom, but rent will be cheaper than here and Mom and Brian can use the help. The bathroom down there is too small for Eddie to stand up in and is actually smaller than most closets so we’ll be using the upstairs shower instead of the one that would be ours, but again, it’s cheaper and we’ll be pretty much guaranteed a hot meal every night, right?
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Listening to: Peter Frampton - Do you feel like I do
After killing many, many ogres, I finally was able to get my spacegoat talbuk.
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Listening to: Creedence Clearwater Revival - Proud Mary
It’s another fun-filled afternoon at Casa McBride. We slept in a little bit, loaded and unloaded the dishwasher, and had a positively orgasmic lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches made with pepper-jack cheese and tomato soup to go with them. We picked up some food for dinner and dealt with the two old ladies working the register at Stop & Shop.
After lunch we logged into WoW for a little while for an instance run, only to discover that the person who had invited us to it was nowhere to be found. However, since we’re no longer the lowbies of the guild we were able to get enough guildies together to make an attempt at it, getting two quests completed and upgrading a couple of pieces of gear in the process. It’s nice being at level 70 because now Eddie and I can do our own things without worrying about one of us getting ahead of the other one. The only thing we’ve got to figure out is a way for us to both be logged into Ventrilo with out headsets and both of us be able to listen to music, since when I’ve got iTunes running with Vent only I can hear the music.
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Listening to: The Vandals - Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
bad - no Internet until the end of the week.
good - eddie found an itouch iPod this afternoon so we’ve got some sort of wireless going on for the time being.
Today I go for phase 2 of my tattoo, getting a trio of roses between the swallows and banners to bring everything together as one piece. This is going to be very painful. Eddie will be getting some pictures, since he’s not getting anything done this time around. I’ll even let him hold my hand.
After the tattooing’s done, Eddie and I are going to a geeky WoW baby shower, which should be less painful considering that there’s not going to be any sort of silly shower games, except maybe loading up WoW and showing off our toons. I need to wrap up some of the assorted gifts I picked up for the mom-to-be.
Nanny isn’t doing so hot. While I won’t get into details, allow me to just say that whoever said that there’s dignity in dying was full of shit and probably never had to watch a loved one toddle around the house wearing a hospital gown and diaper and carrying their catheter bag in a pink gift bag strapped to their walker.
