Sixteen…

Robert.

If our marriage was a person, it would be old enough to drive. Which means in November, our relationship will be old enough to vote. When everything feels like it’s spiraling far beyond my control, he brings me back to myself, and keeps that last thread of sanity firmly intact. I took this picture when it was just the two of us wandering around the garden before everyone else arrived for our wedding ceremony. Studying… Keep reading…Sixteen…

Keep it undercover…

Basil has ideas...

I started writing a different post and it quickly devolved into an extensive tirade about software and while extensive tirades are kind of the norm around here, I was annoying even myself, so…delete. In short: I Do. Not. Like. Windows 11 and I Really. Do. Not. Like. how every MF software is moving to the subscription-based model. Just let me buy a program once so I can run it into the ground until I am… Keep reading…Keep it undercover…

Is that a compromise…

Conversation in Cyberpunk 2077

Bob started a new Cyberpunk 2077 play through. They just released a major update that reworked practically everything about it, so it’s kind of like playing a brand new game. There is also a new expansion story coming out, so he’s excited about that. Meanwhile, I’m still laughing about the first time he played the game when it first came out. — It’s the thought that counts… R: I like this game. I found a… Keep reading…Is that a compromise…

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The Bobs TM

S: I like my narrative better. R: You need a new joke. S: New? I’ve used it TWICE. R: EXACTLY. S: Hey listen. R: Go on. S: We all know how I feel about dead horses. R: No. We don’t. S: Yes we do. R: No. I’m sure there are a few of your critters who haven’t heard yet. — He makes me laugh. Every single day. Fourteen years. This past year has been impossibly… Keep reading…Fourteen…

Can’t be denied…

TOO MUCH SUMMER.

September. Finally. Already. Whatever. It’s still ninety-some degrees outside with a heat advisory. And an extreme fire weather watch because drought. But at least August is fucking over. August sucked extra hard this year. Anyroad. A few weeks back, Bob came home from work (first in a long time that he had to actually go into the office) and stated, “I feel like we need an owlbear around here.” So… S: To be fair, you… Keep reading…Can’t be denied…

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Conversations in Geek Love...

A baker’s dozen. I send him Dinosaur and Foxes in Love comics over Discord. He drops inside jokes to his FFXIV raid group that they don’t get to make me laugh. We are bad at adult responsibilities and good at shameless inanity. He is the calm center of my hurricane mind. I still marvel at how it is possible to love one human being SO. FUCKING. MUCH. — Did…did he just…quote song lyrics at me?… Keep reading…Thirteen…