October 22nd, 2007

Macbeth the Usurper

Comedy

I had both the little girl in my arms and a cat on my lap this morning. This is akin to holding a sparkler while you have sweating dynamite on your lap. No explosions happened. Phew.

Yesterday's D&D game played like a Abbot and Constello routine. "Kill that mind flayer. Which one? The one that's about to kill us. That one? No, he's the one helping us. Isn't he the one by the pool? No, we let that one escape. I thought that we was the one on the ladder? No, he was dead when you found him. Then who is the one we're supposed to be killing?"

*sigh*