C’est ma vie
May 2017
May 2017
I wonder if there’s a contest for the most intermittently updated blog? I’d totally enter it.
LIfe here at Sith Manor has been going well enough- I mean, you have your ups and downs.
LIfe here at Sith Manor has been going well enough- I mean, you have your ups and downs.
Sometimes you give into the seething rage...and then end up having to redecorated everything in the house (don’t ask, although on the plus side, my living room is spectacular now) Other times, you find joy indulging in rampant destruction of growing things that DO NOT BELONG in garden beds.
Also, getting my mayhem on in Skyrim.
Also, getting my mayhem on in Skyrim.
Currently SSG is away suffering the misery of early spring camping in Wisconsin for the Army. He’ll scheduled to return from durance vile in just over a week.
When packing for his three weeks of purgatory- I mean, Annual Training Exercise- I suggested an addition of hand warmer packs. Having camped in late fall many times and not liking to suffer more than I have too, having those little packets of slow burning chemical warmth tucked at the bottom of my sleeping bag means the difference between sleeping and having to dispose of a few overly cheerful bodies to warm up in the morning.
The conversation went like this:
“We should have some handwarmers around. I’ll find them for you. Or just order them.”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“You’re going to Wisconsin. Camping. In APRIL. You’re going to want them.”
“My sleeping bag is rated for -40F.”
“That’s nice. It’s still cold when you crawl into it. You’re taking them.”
Five days later when talking to him on the phone-
“How’s it going?”
“Ok. We had to set up the tents in the rain and it snowed last night.”
“Fun! So how are the hand warmers working out?”
“...I love you?”
/rollseyes Men
When packing for his three weeks of purgatory- I mean, Annual Training Exercise- I suggested an addition of hand warmer packs. Having camped in late fall many times and not liking to suffer more than I have too, having those little packets of slow burning chemical warmth tucked at the bottom of my sleeping bag means the difference between sleeping and having to dispose of a few overly cheerful bodies to warm up in the morning.
The conversation went like this:
“We should have some handwarmers around. I’ll find them for you. Or just order them.”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“You’re going to Wisconsin. Camping. In APRIL. You’re going to want them.”
“My sleeping bag is rated for -40F.”
“That’s nice. It’s still cold when you crawl into it. You’re taking them.”
Five days later when talking to him on the phone-
“How’s it going?”
“Ok. We had to set up the tents in the rain and it snowed last night.”
“Fun! So how are the hand warmers working out?”
“...I love you?”
/rollseyes Men
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