No Coffee, No Hubby, No Loot
Posted by: Lady Jess in Army Shenanigans, Kara, Such Is Life, WoW
Yesterday was quite the day let me tell you. I woke up, shuffled my groggy butt to the kitchen. I cleaned the coffee pot, got everything ready, grabbed that beautiful blue can and…it was EMPTY! No coffee for me! Not a good way to start the day. But I had faith. Hubby would know we were out, since he finished it, he’d come home at lunch with some. Lunch never happened. I figure, OK, after work, no problem. By 5pm I had dinner cooked, kitchen cleaned, yard cleaned, dogs fed, I even got my 14 year old to clean her room. No hubby. I had a raid starting at 6pm. So I logged into WoW to get ready. That’s when I realized my smokes were running dangerously low. Come on hunny, get home!!!
So, I’m being careful, I’m conserving, I’m raiding, I’m healing as fast as my druid’s little branches can shake. She’s a tree by the way, there’s just no way to make that make sense to my LJ readers, so…tree, with face, that walks, dances, and…heals the other players. By 8pm, still no hubby, this sucks. We finish up around 10pm, and STILL no hubby. Now I’m flashing back to my first month at Ft Wainwright, Alaska when he was doing land navigation, and called and said he’d be a little late…and was gone for three friggin days. So, I log off WoW and get to work on my website. Which isn’t easy when you’re shaking like a tree full of leaves in an earthquake. 11pm, midnight, blog header is done, 1am, site is done. Finally I hear the dogs start hollering at the kitchen! 1:45am he finally got home. By this time I’d stolen a pack of HIS smokes. Which I noticed he stole back this morning when he brought mine. This week can’t end soon enough his work days have been really screwy.
Anyhow, back to WoW. When I first moved servers, and joined my current guild, some of you might remember I killed a tank. Totally by accident I swear! Never put a priest on follow without telling them…important lesson. well, same place, different toon, We were waiting just inside the back door of Kara. Ready to head to the Curator. Me, the warrior, and the other resto druid. A ghost suddenly realizes we are there, the other druid escapes, the warrior and I die. Suddenly I hear over ventrilo “Synthessia? did you throw ANOTHER tank off the bridge up there?” /blush. at least this time I was innocent. Tonight we finish that run, hopefully I get a shiney new hat. And hopefully hubby is home at a semi normal time, but at least I have coffee.




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