First event was dinner at my mother in laws house…..gave me the liquid lava poo for 2 days.
Then to my sisters new house where my 11 year old nephew made me feel older than sand by playing Rockstar drums on expert. I tried it on easy and looked like a drunk paraplegic being thrown down a stairwell.
Then came home and cranked up some concert DVD’s and fell asleep dreaming of little Robbies running around
I spent the last four days in a sulk because I didn’t get the laser cannon equipped hovercraft I’d been dropping hints for at least thirty times a day for the past year. To rub salt into the wound my 3 year-old cousin got the exact model I’ve been dreaming of and then she spent the whole day just playing with the box it came in.
- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.
Speaking of boxes. At work the sandpaper for our giant car sized sanding machine comes in really stiff thick cardboard boxes, that are big enough to fit a small adult human person into. We actually end up selling the boxes for $5, and there is a waiting list.
No fort yet, but I did custom build my computer table higher and wider than normal desk/tables so I can use a large rocker/recliner as my computer chair. I can pull the desk/table right up to my chest, so the screen is so close it’s takes up as much field of vision as a 60″ tv.