I Lived Out Loud

It takes me awhile to catch up . . . . .

 

I had fun at the community playdate last Friday night. I definitely had all the lingering signs Saturday morning. Sore face muscles from grinning? Check! Pumped forearms from excessive trigger pulling? Check! Really tired? Check! Headache? Check! Had to lie down to prevent breakfast from reappearing? Double check!!

 

Thanks again to all who made it happen.

 

There was a hidden cost for me to play Friday night (and thurs night, and tues, mon, etc). Mrs. Snuphy wanted to watch TV Saturday night, which was cool with me. For how much WaW our TV screen has shown lately, I was more than happy to yield for a chick flick.

 

Unfortunately (and ironically) it was on the Oxygen channel. 

 

Everyone knows from the TV advertisements during sporting events that men buy beer and cars to compensate for their enlarged prostates and erectile dysfunction. Well according to O, all women are fat, hungry and menstruating, and are on the verge of their next yeast infection. I got past this pretty quickly.

 

What killed both of us was how many commercials they ran. About half way thru the movie, we both started saying, “oh fuck, not another one”, every time a commercial break started. By two thirds over, that got shortened to just “fuck” as we squirmed in our seats. We were standing in the middle of the room when the movie ended, Mrs. Snuphy with the TV remote in her hand, me with the cable box remote in mine. As soon as the credits ran, we performed a synchronized “power off” maneuver, and we sped out of the room to get on with our lives. The movie was actually half decent, but the excessive ads made it brutally painful to watch.

 

So if that’s living out loud, I need to buy myself one of those kinky strap on ball gags to shut myself up. Cause I just can’t do it.