01 June 2009

Just like the pioneers

I am typing this in the dark, with Lucky draped over my left arms and part of the touchpad - every time I click the mouse he gets offended, but not offended enough to disembark. I can't touch-type so the screen is bent towards me at a less than 90 degree angle so I can see the letters on the keys by the romantic backlighting of the LCD.

The reason I am typing in the dark is because Dave is in the midst of a full-blown manic episode and is trying to calm himself down ironing by candlelight. Just like the pioneers did! Earlier we had a stimulating round of, "Why can't you read my mind" wherein I failed repeatedly to read Dave's mind. Maybe if I just try harder next time, I'll figure it out and he won't get so mad! Just kidding. Maybe next time I will wise up and start drinking early in the evening. I bet the pioneer wives did that, too.

Anyway, so I should stop typing now so I find out what further excitements the evening holds for me. Also I think it's time to get into my jammies. Jammies are the best.


Debi said...

Oh, honey. Hang in there.

Becky Malaria said...

I wish the pioneer dudes did more ironing. Let me know if you figure out the mind reading thing. I could use that too. Hugs and overall girlfriend support!!!

Lisa said...

I bet those pioneer women consumed whatever they could get their chapped little hands on. Peace out, hon, and a toast to mind-reading from over here.