Grandpa Schirmer’s Meadhorn Holster.

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May 26, 2012 by sandwichcontrol

Yesterday was a long day. I woke up late. I busted ass getting to my meeting on time and then proceeded to sit in said meeting for 4 hours. Then I went by Lippincottonia to make sure the place hadn’t burned down. It is still standing. Then I came home feeling a little down and a lot exhausted. Little did I know that I was about to get a boost to my confidence, my energy, and my soul.

There’s this woman who occasionally reads my articles on the City Wire and will send me an email scolding me for my use of language. It’s never critical of my crappy use of commas or my deplorable use of grammar. Mostly it is about my use of “profanity”. She sent me an email yesterday letting me know that she made a comment on the article and she wanted to make sure that I saw it. She said, and I quote:

Your completely unnecessary reference to the mother of God is pitifully crude, offensive, blasphemous, and an arrogant kick-in-the-face to all persons who profess belief in God and his Son, Jesus Christ, and more particularly painful to those who venerate the Holy Virgin. May God have mercy on your soul.”

Awesome. I read that as “job well done”. I couldn’t begin to fathom the words for a response, so instead I will just show you what I wanted to send her as a response:

I am still riding on a high from all of that silliness.

After that little boost, I wrangled up the Rev. Dark Wombat and we started baking delicious things for the game that would soon follow. We made calzones. Or, as we proceeded to call them all night, meat pies. I also made my Nanny’s recipe for creamy bars. I still haven’t perfected that one. They tasted awesome, but they were very gooey. I have firmness issues.

Anyways, Pathfinder. Little Miss Cotton was attending a barbeque on her behalf and couldn’t make it to the game, but we played without her. We joked about doing mean things to her character and, in general, grumbled a lot about her not being there, but our DM has a little something special up his sleeve for her, so we forgave her. Mwhahaaa…

Today is a normal Caturday. A little clearance and coffee run at Le Target. Lunch on assignement with Teacher Sis. Maybe catch up on the Bones that I’ve been neglecting so that I can talk to Andi the Numbers about it. Tonight, Little Miss Cotton’s solo quest to keep her at our level.

Well, the phone is a-buzzing which means it is time to go. Have a wonderful three day weekend. More soon. ~SC


2 comments »

  1. Dave says:

    Heh, you have firmness issues.

  2. You leave my character alone! You guys were well aware of my prior obligations. BUT Hok told me it worked out well since you guys kicked so much ass.
    Sammy G. needed pickles. He was lost. He needed me. I went.
    Oh Sammy G.
    I cant wait for my solo quest!

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