Playing Telephone (Pt II)

 

Welcome back!

 

Aren’t guessing games the BEST?

this shit ends now

 

I know sometimes it’s frustrating, getting into the rhythm of a story only to hit the To Be Continued wall, but I’ve been feeling the lack of interaction lately, so I enjoyed the comment action. 

 

And, if Husband is to be believed, this blog is all about me.

 

But the time has come to appease your curiosity and answer the days’ old question:

 

What the fuck was his excuse for his phone?

 

Answer, and the full conversation, after the jump.

 

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Playing Telephone

 

We’ve got a weird combination of boring conversations:

 

ME:  Can we work on getting the media room more set up this weekend?
HIM:  Yeah, we can do that.  Maybe get some space for dog pillows?  Oh, and I can put the latch on the storage shed.
ME:  That would be nice.  Thank you.

 

… And dramatic ones:

 

ME:  … So basically I’ve been freaking out all day and I’m—
HIM:  Yeah, this is… I don’t even know what we’re going to do.
ME:  RIGHT?!?

 

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Where I Am

 

I have news.

 

Big news.  NEWSY news. 

megaphone held against blackboard displaying the words "breaking news"

 

Actually, most of you won’t or wouldn’t care about it one way or another but it’s a major life update and will be informing like, all the things for a while so I have to tell you.

 

But I can’t just come out and tell you!  That would be normal.  Boring!  The well-traveled path of mediocrity which, we have established, shall never know the kiss of my Sketchers,* requires blurting and therefore I will not blurt.

 

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Happy Fucking Birthday PT 1

 

 

The Guessing Game

 

 

I don’t know how y’all feel about guessing game posts—having never asked—but I freaking love ‘em.  I feel like it perfectly blends my need to feel superior and knowledgeable with my desire to interact with you more.

 

I’ve been looking for an opportunity to do another one and when my post about Husband’s birthday ran a little long, I decided it was the perfect guessing fodder.

gold mario ? mystery box

 

But what to have you guess?

 

Should I have you guess what he got?

 

Should I have you guess why he’s the absolute worst to shop for?

 

So many options.

 

Okay, here’s what we’ll do.  Advanced option for the devoted long-time fans: guess both the gift and why he’s the worst.  Skip ahead to the comments right now, without reading anything else.  The rest of you, go ahead and read on for more clues.  If at any time you decide you’ve got it all figured out, get thee to the comments.

 

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