Let's Ramble!

I fucking love gardening. No, really. REALLY. Ripping out weeds, planting things, GROWING things, I take very high levels of satisfaction out of a lovely garden.

My nails are DESTROYED, though.

My husband is pissed at me because I rejected his advances last night, so he shaved his beard.

I just used the vilest bathroom ever. Yay roadtrip.

Going to Winnipeg Saskatchewan. 

“Hey, is that the dude whose horse I hate?” (Tyrael’s charger is hideous)

“Why are you Draenai?” (Barbarian wimmins have Russian accents)

“DUUUUUUUDE! Is Arthas fighting Deathwing??!” (Super-Diablo looks like Deathwing.)

TUBS ARE FUCKING EXPENSIVE.

I will never understand why it is so callous and horrible of me to enjoy a working life and having less, but MUCH BETTER time with my child. Nobody makes relentless insinuations (or blatant comments) about KEN quitting his job and staying home with Dot, even though he would be able to do 95% his work from home, unlike me.

How it would be better to have a mother with you all the time who is irritable, bored and resentful (and also piss-poor) is beyond me. Maybe when I am retired and have grandchildren, I will want to stay home with kids.

I am an entirely terrible housewife; I am a pretty damn good banker and also an acceptable mother.

Dot has a very unfortunate way of pronouncing the following words:

Fork

Sock

Juicebox

Miss

It basically ends up sounding like my daughter has picked up my foul mouthed habits. This is twice as frustrating as it could be, because I put a fair bit of effort into not swearing around her, so if she’s going to sound like she’s swearing, it makes all my efforts worthless :S

Husband: drinking intricately mixed old fashioned from proper glass and killing Deathwing.

Hannah: Drinking Grey Goose out of a Pyrex wineglass and reading Terry Pratchett book.

I must say, for somebody with such brutal reactions to my trigger foods, I am downright reckless about my dietary habits.