kiya

I have a very forgiving and tolerant husband.

For one thing, he told me last night that he essentially plans on the possibility of me waking him up when I come to bed and having an hour and a half long conversation with him about even more word nuances than I listed in an entry previous, stray exegesis involving

oneironaut's mighty bitchslap, the murderous tendencies of small blue penguins, and whether or not the cats were a topic or an interruption, before drifting off into vagaries of the structures of the temple bureaucracies in ancient Egypt.

We have a stuffed penguin gotten from the Boston Aquarium (they said we couldn't take them home! They lied!) which lives on the back of the bed and saw fit to powerdive

teinedreugan in the middle of the conversation. He said I'd set the penguin on him; I pointed out that had I done so, I would have done a much better job of it. Which, of course, got us onto the subject of ninja penguins, which I thought would please

lstone.

Other good lines include "It's nice sometimes that you can read my mind, but it can be really obnoxious", because

vectorvillain would be very mad. And the giggle discussion, which went something like:

cackling

And no matter what

teinedreugan says: Not Cute.