last we visited...

so last week i was ignoring my blog responsibilities in favor of continual playing of the very addictive and terrible "win the entire top 20". which i've already talked about here. i figured there would be plenty off opportunity for blogging this week, when i pulled my head out the sand and decided to give up bad internet video games for lent.

i was ready to start a week of daily posting when on sunday morning the unthinkable occurred...the computer shut off...for good. yes, the husband and i learned that tragedy can strike anyone anywhere and that we too could be subject to a bad hard drive. the shock, i know!

fortunately, our sick computer had been regularly backed up by the computer nerd genius i call "the husband" so very little was lost. actually he managed to recover what was lost with a nifty device from work.

so now we are back up and running. we are once again fully connected to the internet and not through the husband's work computer. (where he keeps telling i can't do things like download porn or illegal torrents or look at my favorite website of all time). i am so glad our brush with techno-tragedy was brief and almost uneventful and even forced me to go to the library to take out some books for lack of things to read, watch or otherwise keep my self occupied with.

scene from the other night

it 10:15pm.

from the bathroom i yell with my mouth full of toothpaste, "oh no!".

the husband responds, "what?".
which sounds to my trained ear like, "i'm already in bed, what could you possible need?".

i spit out my toothpaste and yell back, "my alarm clock is under the bed".

the husband responds, "ok, why?".
which i know means "what the fuck? my wife is insane. of course that's where her alarm clock is".

i am silent, finish washing my face and come into our bedroom to find the husband with his head and arms under the bed.

he picks himself up, hands me the clock and the batteries and says, "it's very dusty under there".

i say, "thank you. i know".

as i write this he is sweeping the dust bunnies out from under there. he showed them to me a minute ago, but i thought it would be gross to post a picture. you can probably go look under your own bed for the visual.

point is, the husband rules.

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