Monday was exciting. Brent and I spent some time hanging out in the ER with a friend “Thad” who was gravely ill. Aren’t we such AMAZING friends? I like to think we nursed Thad back to health with our witty banter. What was wrong with Thad, you ask? Well, it was the worst case of dorkitus that the doctor had seen in years.
Number of times I’ve told that joke: 4. Number of times it’s getting old: 0. Score for the home team!
Before Thad’s medical emergency, Brent had posted the following on Facebook:
Notice the 30 replies? This innocuous question lead to a Facebook argument that culminated in Brent receiving two death threats from an old friend. I take offense to that because threatening Brent’s life is my turf. Heh heh.
If you are reading this, Mother Dear and Mother-in-law Dear, I don’t think anybody is really going to kill Brent. Not when we have such ferocious guard dogs.
Not to mention my wizarding powers.
After all that tribulation, we need some downtime. We need some Office Time. During Office Time, Brent usually paints figures or decorates his comic book boxes and I pretend to write but really I am looking at people.com. Sometimes we chit chat. Just now, Brent whispered “double shit.” Something must have gone dreadfully wrong over there. Here is a picture of Brent, taken right before the double shitstorm happened.
I would show more pictures of the office, but it is a terrible mess. I’ll just show a photo of my vampire romance shelf.
We also have a special Harry Potter shelf, but pictures of that will need to wait for another time.
Brent just asked, would you rather be attacked by dinosaurs or martians?