"Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
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Wednesday, August 27
From The Doghouse To The Courthouse
Okay, I'm not THAT far gone, but my wife was supremely pissed at me yesterday.
First of all, when I got home she was out, at Curriculum Day ("The Day Formerly Known As Back To School Day") at my son's school. Did I mention my son started first grade? And he loves it! Of course, that's cause he gets to see Katie. And there's Laura at the church, and McHaley next door... Yes, my son is a mack daddy.
Anyway, I get home with my daughter just as a friend drives up with my son. He's got a box of tacos from Rosa's in his hand, and says they "had way too much too eat" and thought we might want it later. I said (to myself), "Later, hell!" and went ahead and ate it. Biiiiiiig mistake.
So now I had both of the kids, plus my first true love needed some attention. Yes, my long-suffering computer finally got an upgrade, and it's about four times as fast as before. You should see how it runs Day Of Defeat. New processor + new motherboard + new memory = Kraut killa.
The kids were being good, so I let them watch Winnie the Pooh while I tried to get the USB ports to work without hosing up Windows (I never did, and eventually had to dig my USB-to-PS/2 converter out of a box in the attic so I could use my mouse).
Around about 8 o'clock I heard the door open and my wife came in. She's three months along with our third, and she was craving Mexican food. "Where's the tacos?" she said.
I boldly replied, "I, uh, ate 'em."
Please note that no one said, "These are for your wife," or "your wife said to pick up something," or "do not eat under pain of death". So my wife pitched a big sour fit and ate a bowl of cereal. I couldn't hide, either, as my son wanted a PB&J so I had to fix that while listening to my wife bitch cavil.
It gets better. She laid down with the boy to help him get to sleep, as she sometimes does, and fell asleep herself. I let her, having other things on my mind just then - I finally got all the pieces and parts to my new computer WORKING! Except of course the #()%!^$ USB ports, which still locked the system every time I booted up. So I turned them off an moved on.
That was at 11pm. I then spent several hours thoroughly testing the system with high-bandwidth graphics applications. And it rocks! Killing strangers online is easier and more satisfying than ever before!
I finished "testing" at about three o'clock, and was in the kitchen drinking a glass of milk when my wife stumbled in. And she was not happy. I swear, if I was out A) at a singles bar B) getting drunk C) until three in the morning, she would be happier than if I were sitting in front of my computer playing games. Her reason for being angry? "Now you'll be grumpy and mean to the kids tomorrow!"
Of course I had to say, "So what? You're grumpy and mean right now!" A lesson learned anew: some true things are still better left unsaid. But I couldn't help myself. I get so tired of when she gets mad at me for things I haven't done yet. I don't mind taking my lumps for what I say or do (see above), but I object to being judged guilty of a precrime.
