Yesterday my wife began to instruct our daughter on the mechanics of character creation in 3.5 D&D. As anyone who's ever played knows, it's a long and someone complex process. My daughter's maybe about a third to half-way through making her character.
And yet...my little girl, only nine years old, has chosen to play an elf who's gender neutral or gender undecided, and named the character "Unknown." (Which only makes sense.)
There are times when she's a typical nine-year-old American girl, with all the drama that implies. And then there are times like this one, where she shocks me with her maturity and creativity.
i aM GaER, aSTONiSHED
Because I dared express my feelings of frustration & bitterness in a public forum, my dear wife, upon finally reading said post at 2am, blasted me with all kinds of vitriol. If heard it said, "Do nothing in anger." Well, I wish she would dollow that adage. I ended up spending the rest of the night in the spare bedroom. Not the worst of "punishments", as the bed is comfortable and I didn't have to deal with my wife's incecent music. (She claims she needs it to sleep, or else her mind will find ways to torture her anxiety in the silence.)
All this on top of the fact that earlier in the day, I finally repaired my long-suffering bicycle. I could ride again! But no, I get half-way 'round the block on a test run--gotta make sure the new tubes are up to the task--when *BAM!! The rear wheel, the very tire I'd just fixed, blows a flat. Seems I'm cursed...
Normally, I'd be writing this in my own private journal or posting on Facebook, but the latter is too public and really I want--I need some comfort from those of you out there.
Is there anyone still out there???
- Current Mood:i aM GaER'S SORROW aND aGGRiVaTiON
- Current Mood:i aM GaER'S aSTONiSHMENT
At the moment, I'm posting here mostly to complain. ordinarily I'd not be up at this hour, but eariler I posted something on Facebook that offended my wife to the point that I was told to, in effect, "go sleep on the coach." I've since deleted the post, but that's no consolation to her, I'm affraid.
I know I'm being obtuse, right now, but if any of my old friend from this community are still around, I'd appreciate a pick-me-up.
Thanks in advance.
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- Current Mood:Irritated
Hope to see/read y'all 'round the net!
- Current Mood:i aM GaER, RETURNED
- Current Mood:i aM GaER'S aNNOYaNCE
- Current Mood:i aM GaER'S ODD DREaMS
Now I'm not one to do drugs, but I wanna know what was in that pepperoni pizza I had last night.
It couldn't. Instead, he brought back a sweet machine that (a) does not require me to pump gas into the engine, (b) is self-propelled, and (c) has a hose attachment that allows one to clean the blade & undercarriage while running the engine. This has been such a bonus as the lawn was threatening to grow into a jungle. Now, it's shorn & clean and I'm proud to look upon it again. 'Course, what with the weather it's wetter than Louisiana bayou, but what ya gonna do, right? :-)
- Current Mood:Happy & Rested