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Time it took for me to feel bad enough about saying nasty things about the other team to put them behind a cut: roughly twenty minutes.
( But not delete it. Spleen, vented. )
Sigh. I'm trying to stay optimistic, but this season is just doing its best to be one continuous kick to the junk over and over again. I gotta find other supplemental things to keep me happy; this isn't quite achieving the job. Anyway.
( A whole bunch of links and a conversation about religion under the cut. Links include but are not limited to discussion of horse masks, cannibals, dinosaurs, Muppets, Tom Daley, goats, bears, popes, and Downton Abbey. )
Louise continues to update me on the state of her nipples. Given they are at least an occasionally accurate barometer of her health, I continue to receive these updates and sometimes even preemptively ask for them. After all, it's kind of fascinating, like watching a chrysalis or an egg, though hopefully with less eventual bursting involved. After a while though, we agreed that there had to be a more discreet way for her to do this, because apparently they change so damn often that this was becoming a multiple-times-during-the-day update, and I already get enough side-eyes at work for some of my cell phone conversations. ("Hi Mom. No, I don't know where the gorilla suit is.")
Therefore, all mammary-related updates are begun with the query, "Are the vicar and his wife at home?" (The vicar is located on the left side, just FYI.) You can probably extrapolate the potential outcomes from the potential responses, which include, "The vicar is at home," "The vicar is home but his wife is out," "The vicar is in the church but his wife is at home," and "Both the vicar and his wife are out today!"
I tried to craft some sort of Kostitsyn brothers query to use, arguing that their respective nicknames, their winger positions, and sizes made them pretty much fantastically ideal for the situation ("Andrei is on the second line today but Sergei is a healthy scratch.") Regretfully, Louise would not go for this, hence the vicar.
I wish I could say my tits did anything half as interesting, but they don't; regretfully, it is not all of us who can boast such extraordinary racks.
( But not delete it. Spleen, vented. )
Sigh. I'm trying to stay optimistic, but this season is just doing its best to be one continuous kick to the junk over and over again. I gotta find other supplemental things to keep me happy; this isn't quite achieving the job. Anyway.
( A whole bunch of links and a conversation about religion under the cut. Links include but are not limited to discussion of horse masks, cannibals, dinosaurs, Muppets, Tom Daley, goats, bears, popes, and Downton Abbey. )
Louise continues to update me on the state of her nipples. Given they are at least an occasionally accurate barometer of her health, I continue to receive these updates and sometimes even preemptively ask for them. After all, it's kind of fascinating, like watching a chrysalis or an egg, though hopefully with less eventual bursting involved. After a while though, we agreed that there had to be a more discreet way for her to do this, because apparently they change so damn often that this was becoming a multiple-times-during-the-day update, and I already get enough side-eyes at work for some of my cell phone conversations. ("Hi Mom. No, I don't know where the gorilla suit is.")
Therefore, all mammary-related updates are begun with the query, "Are the vicar and his wife at home?" (The vicar is located on the left side, just FYI.) You can probably extrapolate the potential outcomes from the potential responses, which include, "The vicar is at home," "The vicar is home but his wife is out," "The vicar is in the church but his wife is at home," and "Both the vicar and his wife are out today!"
I tried to craft some sort of Kostitsyn brothers query to use, arguing that their respective nicknames, their winger positions, and sizes made them pretty much fantastically ideal for the situation ("Andrei is on the second line today but Sergei is a healthy scratch.") Regretfully, Louise would not go for this, hence the vicar.
I wish I could say my tits did anything half as interesting, but they don't; regretfully, it is not all of us who can boast such extraordinary racks.
