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veteran, gamer, coder, dog lover, buddhist, classical (music) & opera lover and author of an adult blog. Living in Fort Lauderdale FL..
veteran, gamer, coder, dog lover, buddhist, classical (music) & opera lover and author of an adult blog. Living in Fort Lauderdale FL..

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I got turned onto this from FB. But this is so fucking great I must post it everywhere.Harry Potter fans will love this.

Turn your speakers up; get out of your chair and move your ass.

Humm... maybe it's time pay more attention to Google +.

Husband hovering, watching me play Skyrim.

I pause the game, look up. "Ya mind, I got people to kill?"

He's like, "You don't pay enough attention to me".

God. The bane of all gamers. Ok, ok I know.

sigh I shut the game down. I hear the theme song to The Nanny coming from the bedroom. I follow him in. Reminding myself, "I. Am. Dovahkin."

“Our dog ain’t wearing no damn thundershirt!” I proclaimed.

Candy, our 100lb+ half Dane/half Lab is afraid of fireworks. Keith brought her a Thundershirt.

He’s like, “It’ll keep her calm.”

“Look, John Wayne’s dog didn’t need no Thundershirt.”, I said jokingly.

We go back and forth. Candy (our dog) is jumping up and down between us.

Finally I say, “look if –“

“When” Keith snaps.

“Ok WHEN she gets upset I’ll calm her down the way an American is supposed to calm down.”

He’s like, “you are not giving her pills!”

I was half joking though this discussion. I’m such a downer queen. Nothing I like better, than slunked on lorazepam crying my eyes out. I get some of my best writing (prose and code) done that way.

But with Candy jumping up and down and Keith so determined.

“Ok fine. But you’re walking her.”

Thundershirt... my ass. Damn fucking embarrassing.
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