Excuse the hack job on the background. I'm tired and using a touchpad.

( There is a little vampire I could love... )

My children introduced me to the game of Zombies today. Apparently one plays normal hide and seek, but when you find someone, you turn them into a zombie and they help find other people by sniffing out their [spicy] brains.

To play Pirates, however, you apparently need a ship.

I love the idea that my kids are game designers already. [grin, wink

...from the Silly Pudding ( Read more... )

The Pixie has fun with words. "Please put your claws away," I requested as she was scratching my chin with a little too much [ahem] English.

"In the closet?" she asked, laughing.

"Yes, the claw-set," I agreed, defeated.

1) Yes, I reassert: the original Dungeon Masters Guide is my number one "comfort read," especially the version I have from my father with his highlighting.

2) "Mexican Radio" has been playing on my computer for almost eight hours straight. The Pixie Fierceness was disappointed that I turned it off to log in and check my mail ( Read more... )

"[mtfierce] these are my monsters!"
The Silly Puddin' opens his right hand up and shows me.
"They have to go to work now." He begins leaving the room. He pauses. "I have to go outside."
"No, I don't think so," tLK says, getting up.
"I have to go outside! The monsters need me to open the car door so they can go to work!"

I've always been amazed at the number and nature of things I need to kiss now that I'm the mother of a toddler.

So, last night I had to bring some work home, but I got it done fairly quickly. The Pixie Fierceness came in after a while and I said we could dance. She likes dancing. We got jamming to some tunes. I sang along with the ones I knew, and she started singing along with me. Not really knowing the words, she just kept as much of the tune as she ( Read more... )

1) I have a piece of spam e-mail in my mailbox that I haven't deleted yet because its title is "demonic stork." Now, really, I peeked inside to find out that it talks about entangled intestines and lots of other fun words of no particular actual context, but I'm just tempted to write a Bad Teenage Slasher Film based off this title. You know, ( Read more... )

Still sick. I'm up, I'm doing things, just don't ask to talk to me because I sound horrible and my sinuses are all ick. Not "stuffy." Not "dripping." Ick. I keep thinking to take a decongestant and I don't because the one I have raises my blood pressure and makes my tummy unhappy. So if I'm not talking to people via voice, I am more than ( Read more... )