Thursday,
January 17, 2008

I am still married. Happily, even.

The Bodacious Brit has been reading my journal recently (he does this in spurts), and came into the living room this evening to give me a big hug and a kiss.

"Thank you, dearest," I said once we came up for air, "and not that I'm complaining about the physical affection, because it is indeed da bomb, but was that for something specific or did you just read something again that made you think, 'Oh, thank God I'm married to a sane person'?"

He grinned in a guileless manner. "Well, I read your journal, and I noticed that I haven't been mentioned in it recently, so I just wanted to come in and spend some time with you," he said.

"Uh," I said, somewhat bemused. "Well, that's lovely, honey--"

"And you've been writing about the cats in conversation mode again," he added. "Like the talk you had with them on New Year's Eve. And...well..your journal kinda made it sound like you were alone with them."

Ah. For the record, I wasn't alone with them -- Lyndon was busy slaying orcs in Everquest II in his office while I was channel surfing in the living room and playing with the Boyz. We were indeed in the same apartment, just in different rooms, which happens quite often when two people live together and are not anatomically attached to one another.

"Hah. I was just trying to write something funny," I explained. "I thought I would try and return to the amusing posts of yesteryear for 2008, instead of banging on about not being able to sleep or my latest sinus infection."

"Oh, I got that," he said. "I just wanted to make sure that you're not feeling abandoned or anything."

"Nope. 'S all good in the hood."

"Ah, well, that's all right, then."

He turned to go, then paused. "Um...by the way, why do you make Jordan sound like an escapee from http://icanhascheezburger.com/?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, JJ sounds fairly deep and thoughtful in your posts, but Jordan comes off like an airhead who only thinks in LOLCat-speak."

I looked down at the Piebald One, currently sprawled in my arms with a blissfully vacant expression on his furry face as I rubbed his tummy. He opened his eyes just long enough to meep at us, then went back to his blissed-out state.

"Can you honestly say that it's an inaccurate representation?" I asked.

"Um...I see your point."

And speaking of icanhascheezburger

I'm sorry, but I couldn't pass this one up. Dummmmmm, dummmmmmm, dummmmmmmm --
-- DA-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

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