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Happy Valentine's Day
Feb. 14th, 2008 09:30 amEven as I type, Mason is obsessing over the video arcade machine that my coffeehouse has evily installed. He and I have probably wasted a dollar a day since that thing has come in playing "Ladybug" over and over. Mostly the arcade table has old, classic 80s games ala PacMan, but I'd never played Ladybug before. It's pretty addictive. After I loose, Mason like to sit and pretend to move the joystick as the game table goes through its various previews of the other games.
We have a lot of these games at home, of course, having collected them in the 90s when the first wave of nostalgia for these things went through. But there's just something about rocking the arcade table that still appeals.
Anyway, I finally got smart. I brought along my laptop so I could write some updates to you and check my email, while Mason stares at the screen. Previously, I'd just sitting around twiddling my thumbs trying to come up with a good excuse for us to leave. Now, unless, like today we're going to meet someone, we can sit here all day if he really wants.
My writers' critique group is meeting tonight. I'm taking a pass on account of St. Valentine's edict to love my partner on this his holy day. Granted, I love her every day and we all know Hallmark invented this holiday (okay, not Hallmark per se, but a Victorian greeting card company at any rate.) Still, I'm a sap and I love stupid romantic gestures like the gigantic bouquet of roses that will be arriving this afternoon at Shawn's work. Plus, I've been writing her love/steamy notes that have been arriving her work's post. We have no particular plans tonight, but I'm thinking of popcorn and a cheesy action movie with sexual overtones like Mr. & Mrs. Smith might be just the ticket.
Anyway, I must pack up and meet a friend at our house now. See y'all soon.
We have a lot of these games at home, of course, having collected them in the 90s when the first wave of nostalgia for these things went through. But there's just something about rocking the arcade table that still appeals.
Anyway, I finally got smart. I brought along my laptop so I could write some updates to you and check my email, while Mason stares at the screen. Previously, I'd just sitting around twiddling my thumbs trying to come up with a good excuse for us to leave. Now, unless, like today we're going to meet someone, we can sit here all day if he really wants.
My writers' critique group is meeting tonight. I'm taking a pass on account of St. Valentine's edict to love my partner on this his holy day. Granted, I love her every day and we all know Hallmark invented this holiday (okay, not Hallmark per se, but a Victorian greeting card company at any rate.) Still, I'm a sap and I love stupid romantic gestures like the gigantic bouquet of roses that will be arriving this afternoon at Shawn's work. Plus, I've been writing her love/steamy notes that have been arriving her work's post. We have no particular plans tonight, but I'm thinking of popcorn and a cheesy action movie with sexual overtones like Mr. & Mrs. Smith might be just the ticket.
Anyway, I must pack up and meet a friend at our house now. See y'all soon.