OMG

If any female readers have boyfriends/husbands who play Call of Duty, Halo, or some other type of shooting game, I know how you feel.  I was so ready to pull the plug on Chris' Xbox earlier today.  I was doing our freakin' taxes (something the man who loves math should be doing, no?) and--heaven forbid--had to walk in front of the TV to get my purse.  He died, of course, at that very second and yelled at me.  Waa, waa.  Further along in the game, he starts yelling.  Not the normal COD yelling; like, screaming, tearing his voice.  I looked over and said, "Chris," like a warning: you're going a little overboard.  He looked over at me and said, "Shut up! I'm still mad at you!"

Wrong thing to say.  He had no idea that he made me mad; he kept talking to me about his dumb game the whole time.  At one point, he said, "Mary....Mary...........Mary........Mary, honest to God, answer me!"  I said, "What?!  You told me to shut up!"  He played it off of course and yelled again about how I walked in front of him with no warning and WAA WAA, I NEED MY DIAPIE CHANGED.

Long story short....-ish, he can do his own laundry from now on.

It is funny to hear him yell, "DUDE, I just knifed CheeZbacon in the ass and he didn't die!"

Cars, make up, house work

I finally took the Kia in for an oil change.  It was only five months past due.  I half-expected the guys at Walmart to laugh me out of the garage.  Monday must've been oil-change day for Altoona because there was an hour and half to two hour wait.  I said it was fine; I had to eat and do my grocery shopping anyway.

I stopped by electronics to check out Xboxes.  I'm thinking of getting Chris a new one for his birthday.  One that's wireless, so we don't have to drape that ugly blue cord all over the living room any more.  Then I walked up to McDonald's and got some food.  That took a while.  They claimed it was for my chicken nuggets, but I think they fried my fries three times while I waited; they were hard as wooden rods.

Anyway, after I ate, I started grocery shopping.  Halfway through the car/bathroom/paint section, I realized my ticket for the oil change had "walked" out of my back pocket.  (That's short for, "My ass is so big, as I walked, it pushed the paper out of my pocket.")  So I retraced my steps and found it in the cat food aisle.  Back to shopping.  I shopped on auto-pilot, mainly because, I hate grocery shopping.

I found a line that wasn't too bad and checked out.  I felt like a weirdo walking back through Walmart with my cart full of bagged groceries, but I certainly wasn't going to go outside and walk around the building to get to the garage!  My car wasn't done yet; it was about another half hour wait back there, as my eggs and milk got warm.  I opened the Hard Candy makeup set I picked up and looked at it.

I love the make up aisles.  I looked at the Hard Candy stuff for a looong time, and finally decided on a pack of new blush that came with highlighter, primer, and lip gloss sample-sized tubes.  I tried the primer today.  It was weird.  I'm not sure it made any kind of difference on my face or with my makeup, but I really like the new blush.  I don't have to use as much as my old one to get the color to show up and it's a little sparkly.

At Walmart, I also got plastic for the windows.  Tomorrow, since I'm off work, I think I'm going to plastic-up all the windows and start going through the mess of clothes Chris and I have.  Nothing is put away; each of us has a dresser that is pretty much empty.  I'm getting sick of living out of laundry baskets.  Now, I've been meaning to do this for a while now and I always get too lazy.  I'm really going to try tomorrow.

Oh, working on a new story.  I've pretty much finished the book I started for NaNoWriMo and, even "finished" it doesn't make the 50k mark.  Blah.  I'll let it sit for a while and go back to it some other time.