Friday, February 28, 2014

It's all Colin's fault



After leaving work early yesterday due to the return of the migraine, one awoke to find it still there and took today off. It is bad. So bad in fact that if one could have got to the doctor's (and not have had to wait an hour to be seen) one would have volunteered to have a needle stuck in some vulnerable bit of flesh. Even though that would have meant losing a day or two... a state that would be welcome about now
It's been the worse cluster migraine in years.

Coincidentally the mouse game is still spread out on the table awaiting our return to it...
Maybe it's not a coincidence
Maybe brave Colin is not only unlucky nay cursed, but the cause of all this grief
Perhaps the mouse needs to be shoved in front of some cockroach sacrificed after all...

Thursday, February 27, 2014

The handy Fet language guide



All cultures and groups have language that is specific to them. Needless to say this can be a potential minefield to those happening upon them. Fet is no different so one has assembled this handy guide of often repeated phrases, to help those who may have stumbled across threads still with their logic strapped on... silly creatures you are supposed to detach those before reading

Phrase: They attacked me
Translation: People pointed out the error of my assumptions

Phrase: They were mean to me
Translation: People were derisive of my assumptions

Phrase: I feel so much safer here
Translation: I'm going to repeat the asinine behaviour that got me "attacked" in the last place

Phrase: Where are all the true masters?
Translation: Calling all white knights that are not presently engaged saving others... unless you are particularly hot, stupid, rich... or all three. Current girlfriends no problem... you won't have time for them

Phrase: I need...
Translation: They probably don't, but have a poor grasp of the difference between a want and a need. That poor grasp often extends unilaterally to all aspects of their communications...

Phrase: Why are you being so vicious to them?
Translation: I don't really care, but I do like to stir the pot show solidarity for my sister sub

Sighs you know for years one thought He was mean for not letting one loose on line without a gag... maybe he simply was realistic in his assessment

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Petty annoyances



Asking for permission to pee is probably one of the most annoying things on the face of the planet. In fact there has been more than one occasion that one has enquired if He doesn't get bored with it too. He has a short attention span and it's been years after all. It would seem not... but it was worth a try.

Now you are probably wondering why annoying, of all the emotions a person could feel. Well tonight provides a perfect demonstration. After a fun filled first day back at work, followed by a long arsed training evening fuelled only by a cup of coffee... the gluten free food was a no show... one settled in for a long bus ride home. About ten minutes into the trip the body mentions that it needs to pee.

It was the kind of mention that became more insistent with every kilometre. Meanwhile He responds to the on the bus text one had sent. Apparently He hadn't been able to sleep very well... someone's going to be in for a shit of a night. Texts go back and forth and He offers to meet one half way. By then the bladder was screaming.

He picks one up and as we near home one casually mentions that peeing is the most important thing on the mind. It's even superseding the need for food. We get in the door and one asks ever so politely to pee. He decides that now is when he needs to do a breast inspection...
Bastard!!!

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

And so it ends



The last day of holidays was spent  on day three of a screaming migraine, the worst for a very long while, that resulted in nothing being achieved except a hairdressing appointment and quality couch time. Personally one is starting to think that those damn mice on the coffee table are responsible. Perhaps brave Colin is actually cursed, rather than the unluckiest mouse in the world...
Eyes off the game suspiciously

Monday, February 24, 2014

Plans and mice...



It's strange how you can have the perfect plans for the day and then reality happens.
Today's plan was simple; a little breakfast, some laundry, test play a game while doing those two, go out and forage, a nice lunch, visit the dentist, a nap, dinner and wind it all up with some gaming with our vanillas... 'cos you just can't have enough gaming in a week :)
The reality was the game took waaaaay longer than planned... in fact we left brave Colin (in mouse form) and his merry band of slightly more adept followers just emerging from the castle sewers. We then ran out the door to the dentist, with Him starting to nurse a bad headache and on a promise of a late lunch as soon as one was out of the chair. It was only going to be a short visit after all.

The visit took forever and one emerged with the beginnings of a screaming headache to find Him on a chair nearly comatose with pain. It sort of all went downhill from there...
There was no lunch (well certainly not a nice one), there was no nap (well certainly not one that made either of us feel better), dinner was aborted due to lack of interest, ingredients and the ability to stand upright long enough to cook it and there was no going out to game...
We both lay on the bed nursing what had evolved into matching migraines in various stages of development...

Mind you we did squeeze in a very mutually satisfying quickie at about 1am... it did very little for either our migraines or our ability to sleep... but still it counts as a win surely?
And Colin and his mouse companions are still laid out on the table waiting for us tomorrow...
What can go wrong?

Sunday, February 23, 2014

OK...



Today was spent in a marathon of gaming...
Nine freaking hours to be precise...
Nine freaking hours spent in a room full of slightly sweaty men eating copious amounts of junk food, with one of the air-cons down and a bad migraine.

Brain is dead...
Arse is numb...
Nose may never smell again... at least voluntarily
And He said thank you for a wonderful day

Now torn between pleasure at making Him happy and all of the above...
Reaches tentatively for the "good girl" badge and a happy to please you smile...