Overgeekin’
My husband cut his finger while doing the dishes tonight. “Aaaaarrrgh!” he cried. “Duct tape! Or a bandage. Whichever.”
Gotta keep that boy away from Nodwick for a while. I play a pretty good cleric, but I’m no Piffany.
I should talk about overgeeking, however, I who ransacked the house for a phone cord long enough to allow me to blog on the sofa while watching Empire Strikes Back on the tube. One of these days I’ll be able to afford broadband and a wireless setup, I suppose.