Nah, he had the food front handled. He picked up one of those Shepherd’s pies from Costco; plus there was plenty of beer.
He didn’t kick me out; I escaped! I didn’t want to hear all the noise from the computer games. He likes 'em loud! All that booming and banging would have driven me crazy.
Maybe I’ll make him stay if I ever have one of those girly Pampered Chef parties or something. Of course the odds of that are slim to none; I hate those things. It would actually be torture for me.
I guess I’ll make him look at furniture again sometime. That’ll bore the crap out of him.
I am nearly finished the sequel to the book I was reading last time I posted. Because of it I think there are zombies everywhere. Hide, everyone!
Mr. Lissar still has consumption, Quasi-Daughter was over all day, and I’m sleep deprived. And yesterday, after a full night of husband-making-caughing-noises, my mother-in-law turned up at ten in the morning and stayed until I went to work.
I really need those cookies. And maybe a lot of vodka. And some sleep. Someone who’s feeling less tired and makes more sense please post!
