tattooofhername

Sims2 is working, thanks to a graphics update, a tantrum, some empty threats involving third floor windows and flying computers, and Stef getting in there and fixing it, because she does that.

Best reason ever to get married - personal tech support.

Next door are at it again. I went and listened at the door, and they're not having sex. They're arguing like Stef and I used to back in the early days. [Anyone remember those? Weren't they AWESOME?]

I put a note under their door effectively asking them to can it or I'll call the police because it sounds like they're beating each other. I don't think they got it, or if they did, they're arguing about it. It's been going for four hours now. Only reason I haven't picked up the phone already is the lack of screaming. Generally, if someone is getting hurt there is screaming in one form or another, and this is just yelling and stomping and flouncing and the occasional slammed door.

Stef made lamb stew, with dumplings. Proper, gluten-free dumplings. I love my wife.

All our action figures, including Stef's Deadpool bust and her Fallout bobblehead are wearing little knitted hats. It's hilarious.

I just got drunk eating jelly and custard.

Vodka jelly. Malibu custard. I love my wife.

The kitten slept on our bed last night. We did try to shut her out of the bedroom, but we lasted all of about 20 seconds because of the crying. The noise was just too much.

So, she spent a lot of the night stretched out in the 'banana' position that would snap the spine of any human, cuddled up to the curve of Stef's butt. I love this cat.

Stef just called me a freak because I like the taste of pain juice.

[Pain juice is what you get when you throw two BIG soluble cocodamol pills into anything with a nice strong flavor, like tea or pineapple juice or in this case, summer fruit squash]

[For the Americans and Canadians in the audience [most of you] squash is a fruit concentrate, because plain water tastes like ass]