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I had a wonderful evening last night at a surprise 60th birthday party for my friend. It was a great bunch of people and I had a blast flirting away the evening. My friend also called me on my habit of slathering myself with bright sparkling jewelry when she saw women I had only met moments ago pawing at my baubles. I confessed and told her, “Yep. It’s a babe magnet.” Hey, I know what I’m doing. *wink*
I came home and the boys were playing a mech warrior minis game. This is what happens when you leave the testosterone to fester alone and unchecked. *snicker* Actually, when I returned from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dreadygoddess’s house on Sunday, the dining room table was littered with these little robot and tank minis. Ah, my man was home from his gaming convention and money was spent. *rolls eyes* He burst out of his room to great me and immediately launched a premeditated speech about the minis and how cool the game is and how wonderfully well the little plastic pieces were painted and it’s really a great game and how he played it all day Saturday and again on Sunday and the game was easy and had he mentioned how cool the game was and, oh, by the way, would I like to play it with him? Then he flashed me deep brown eyes full of hope and child-like glee and I was filled with love for him. Then I coldly stomped on his heart and flung it into the muddied back yard by telling him that they really held no interest for me because they are all machiney and not really my type of game. I am the ice queen! *grimace*
Well, after they finished blowing each other to bits, we played Carcassonne during which I regaleled the boys with historical tidbits about the real town in France. I’m not sure they actually paid much attention. They were far too busy plotting medieval world domination.
I came home and the boys were playing a mech warrior minis game. This is what happens when you leave the testosterone to fester alone and unchecked. *snicker* Actually, when I returned from
dreadygoddess’s house on Sunday, the dining room table was littered with these little robot and tank minis. Ah, my man was home from his gaming convention and money was spent. *rolls eyes* He burst out of his room to great me and immediately launched a premeditated speech about the minis and how cool the game is and how wonderfully well the little plastic pieces were painted and it’s really a great game and how he played it all day Saturday and again on Sunday and the game was easy and had he mentioned how cool the game was and, oh, by the way, would I like to play it with him? Then he flashed me deep brown eyes full of hope and child-like glee and I was filled with love for him. Then I coldly stomped on his heart and flung it into the muddied back yard by telling him that they really held no interest for me because they are all machiney and not really my type of game. I am the ice queen! *grimace*Well, after they finished blowing each other to bits, we played Carcassonne during which I regaleled the boys with historical tidbits about the real town in France. I’m not sure they actually paid much attention. They were far too busy plotting medieval world domination.
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I'm glad you liked it. It will give poor G someone to play with. Goodness knows I don't have the slightest interest. Poor man, how he suffers. His own wife won't play battle tech games with him. What is this world coming to? Having to go outside the marriage to find playmates? *tsk tsks while sadly shaking head*