attack of the sillies
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November 6th, 2013

Me: “I’m up; you have the bed.”
Andrew: *one foot edges out from the covers to my side, grunting contentedly that he gets to sprawl*
Me: *snickers*


November 1st, 2013

*sings like a dork*
My baby takes the morning bus,
he works from 10 to 6 and thus,
he comes back home and we discuss,
who loves each other more than…

do the thing

October 31st, 2013

These work for husbands too. I MEAN…

kilty underpants

October 30th, 2013

Heehee, I set out a new pair of tartan boxers for Andrew to find among his work clothing accoutrements. He made a noise and immediately put some on. He’s always resistant when I make noises about adding to his wardrobe, but it’s nearly always something he ends up claiming as his favorite thing ever. lol


October 26th, 2013

I introduced Andrew to season one of the White Queen series. He’s about 20 minutes into it and caught up in the intrigue. “I TOTALLY knew she’d say that!” “Ah ha!” “Oh, gods!” Heeheehee.

rock it, Wolfie

October 16th, 2013

Falco – Rock Me Amadeus

Andrew’s been re-listening to the Game of Thrones audiobooks, read by Roy Dotrice. He’s on book 3 at the moment, in which there’s a lot of talk of the castle room in which the iron throne is located. There are a lot of references to “on the daias.” So every time ol’ Roy says the words, I immediately start singing this song: “On the daias, on the daias…” Andrew always frumps, and then laughs and sings along.

I never pass up the opportunity

September 26th, 2013

Andrew: “I want breffistes!”
Me: “Too bad, I’m already working on lunchesses.”
Andrew: “So what’s cooking?”
Me: “Food.”
Andrew: “Augh, what kind of food?”
Me: “The edible kind.”
Andrew: “Oh for god’s sake! Tell me what it is!”
Me: “It is a gender-neutral pronoun best used for inanimate th–”
Andrew: “Goddamn it!”

Heehee, I do so find it enjoyable to be a brat whenever possible.

good thing the door was open

September 25th, 2013

Andrew: *toots under the covers*
Me: “Oh, oh god.”
Andrew: *starts to pull the covers back*
Andrew: “I have to use the bathroom, sorry!” *pulls CPAP off of face, the smell assails him* “Oh good heavens.”
Me: *falls over laughing*

well, that didn’t last long

September 24th, 2013

Andrew: “You don’t offset goodness with bullsh*!”
About ten minutes before, I had sat at his feet to hug his leg, rub his tummy, and let him hug on me, before I began tickling him. When he objected, I exclaimed, “I was nice to you for ten minutes, now I get to ticky!” *snickers* We’re both hopeless.

Bop! Whack!

September 22nd, 2013

Andrew: “What the heck?”
Me: “Batman!”
Andrew: “Huh?”
Me: “Chemical abbreviation for sodium.”
Andrew: “… Oh geez.”