Playing Games

Well, we did our D&D show last night, it was messy but it was pretty fun. It’s been awhile since I improvised, and it felt good, but I felt rusty for sure. But the boys couldn’t have been kinder or safer, so an all around good time.

John then had some of his gaming boys over to look at the “miniatures” John got from Australia. And just so you know, that sentence makes as little sense to me as it does to you.

I’ve decided that John is King of the Gamers, ‘cause he’s hot, and he’s sociable, and he’s hilarious (I could hear them all laughing from the bedroom-exile I put myself in. One D&D show was enough “gaming” for me. I had to hide and pretend I was cool). But I came out of exile and saw this on my living room table:





So my friends, I take solace in the fact that my boyfriend is not out there cheating on me, or gambling, or beating me or someone else. Instead he is the King of the Gamers, and that makes me his Queen.