A Plague on BOTH of the Other People in My House

If you’ve run into Michelle on Vox, she’s doing better. The special “neck gimp shit” that’s been beating her down is letting up . . . we think. Turns out that there’s an outbreak of that in Tallahassee right now. We found out because Mia had a rash over the weekend that the Internets revealed to be Fifth Disease (confirmed by the doctor this morning). The virus for that quite likely caused Michelle’s “neck gimp shit,” too. And it’s funny, because once you’re showing symptoms, you’re past the contagious phase. It incubates for weeks. This is adding a new and fun variable in our upcoming trips to Wild Adventures (for Mia’s birthday) and Atlanta, as we have no idea whether I’ll (also) succumb to this Plague.

So, y’know, understandably, this wasn’t the most eventful weekend on record. What, you need proof?

• Friday night, I left Michelle at home “to rot” (her words) while I went on my planned poker outing.* There were around a dozen people, so there were initially two tables. I started a little slow, but once I got into the rhythm of the game and figured out the style of the guys I didn’t know, I got more comfortable. Even bluffed a couple times. For a little bit, I was the “chip leader” at our table . . . and then things went predictably downhill. What sucked was, after several rounds of raising the blinds, NO-ONE was getting eliminated. I think I was the fourth person knocked out . . . which allowed those moving on to congregate at one table. Finishing in the bottom third of THAT group wasn’t very encouraging.
• Saturday, we left Michelle to rest while making the hastily arranged run to Woodville to see my dad and his wife, and Mia’s step-cousin. Actually, I had once again forgotten my dad’s wife’s birthday and had to swing by Target on the way down to pick up a gift, along with the frozen chicken nuggets she’d asked me to bring down.
• We learned that, despite limited exposure to puzzles, Mia’s quite skilled at them. As long as, y’know, they have about 24 pieces.
• I made some corn muffins. Our mixer only has one beater that stays in place, so I’m guessing we’ll be getting a new mixer.
• ***CAITLIN, STOP READING; DEADWOOD SPOILERS TO FOLLOW*** So, how about the flopping-tittied Avenging Motherfucking Angel with a derringer? I love how the coddling shadow of Trixie reverted back to her former angry determination. During her willful and topless walk to Hearst’s hotel room, my heart was leaping for some cold, hard killin’. . . even though I know that Hearst didn’t die in Deadwood (in “real” life). But, hey, made-up Mr. Ellsworth did!

* The Girls were supposed to play a show in Atlanta, so I’d arranged the play poker while she was away. But with her Plague, she wasn’t away. I’d opted out of the LAST game with this group, on the understanding that I’d make the next one. 

1. I believe that was the far more serious “scurvy, neck gimp shit” plague (complete with the I can’t type worth a damn-misplaced comma) that she is/was suffering from.

   Glad to know she’s better and not going to be killing her self.

   Posted by mark  on  08/21  at  10:17 PM

2. THANK GOD you warned me.  Jesus christ.  It’s gonna be six years before that season’s out on DVD anyway.  And fuck the “long wait” for Veronica Mars Season 2 on DVD.  Fuck it right in its mouth-hole.

   Posted by styro  on  08/25  at  02:21 PM
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