They always have rope in the movies!

For the last few days, it has seemed like a good idea to reincorporate some meditation/breathing exercises and the LBRP into my daily routine. So I finally got off my metaphysical ass to do it this morning, and... just as I am finishing up the end of the rite, Roommate J. and Boyfriend M. come rushing up the stairs. M has hit J in the nose and the nose is bleeding. Quoth kittenpants, "What, exactly, were you banishing, there?" So that's fun.

Also, about ten minutes after this episode, I coughed up a long black cotton thread. Either my return to regular banishing of demons hadn't come a moment too soon, or, I eat towels in my sleep. Which is more likely to be true, I leave as an exercise for the reader.

Later, kittenpants and I went to the hardware store. Let me tell you something: You have not lived until you and your same-sex partner have gone to the hardware store for 400 feet of rope and 1000 yards of electrical tape. When we asked where the rope was, the guy behind the service desk was giving us the full on wink-wink-nudge-nudge-know-what-I-mean? face. When we had to come back and ask about the electrical tape, he went through the full range of amused/interested, and had to walk us over to the proper aisle.

Always pleased to put some amusement in somebody else's day. Anyway, now that the typing muscles are warmed up, maybe I can finish the @(#@*&%! meditation for tomorrow. That would be nice!

They always have rope in the movies!

For the last few days, it has seemed like a good idea to reincorporate some meditation/breathing exercises and the LBRP into my daily routine. So I finally got off my metaphysical ass to do it this morning, and... just as I am finishing up the end of the rite, Roommate J. and Boyfriend M. come rushing up the stairs. M has hit J in the nose and the nose is bleeding. Quoth kittenpants, "What, exactly, were you banishing, there?" So that's fun.

Also, about ten minutes after this episode, I coughed up a long black cotton thread. Either my return to regular banishing of demons hadn't come a moment too soon, or, I eat towels in my sleep. Which is more likely to be true, I leave as an exercise for the reader.

Later, kittenpants and I went to the hardware store. Let me tell you something: You have not lived until you and your same-sex partner have gone to the hardware store for 400 feet of rope and 1000 yards of electrical tape. When we asked where the rope was, the guy behind the service desk was giving us the full on wink-wink-nudge-nudge-know-what-I-mean? face. When we had to come back and ask about the electrical tape, he went through the full range of amused/interested, and had to walk us over to the proper aisle.

Always pleased to put some amusement in somebody else's day. Anyway, now that the typing muscles are warmed up, maybe I can finish the @(#@*&%! meditation for tomorrow. That would be nice!