So, I believe the pageant is supposed to be fun? Moving on from the drama of that horrible post, I will give you my reason. It's unorthodox, but this is an actual conversation that took place recently.
O - "Come to bed"
A - "In a bit I'm busy"
O - "Doing what?"
A - "I need to respond to this thread and watch the game."
>silence<
O - "Fine, if you don't come to bed now I'm going asleep"
A - "And if I come now? What's in it for me?"
O - "Whatever you want."
>silence again<
A - "Seriously, this is an important game. I would love to but I can't... Whatever I want? Fair enough but I'm leaving the game on in the background"
OK, so, what you can infer from this is that I am dedicated, but not stupid. Dedicated in the sense that it was game 7 of the Magic series and I had an exam 5 hours after the game ended. Not stupid in the sense that when I see an opportunity I grab it.
Reward common sense people.
Mine is:
Me+Her in a room, both on our computers, while game is on TV
Me: Ha! (typy typy typy)
Her: What?
Me: Oh...nothing.
Her: No really, what?
Me: Its nothing...just some stupid blog thing.
Her: No seriously tell me!
Me: You'll think its dumb.
Her: No I won't. You spend all your time on that blog, tell me whats so funny!
Me: TripleOT just called that foul weak sauce. Then Master Po called it weak sizzle.
Her: Thats stupid.
Me: I guess you had to be there.
Around our house it's more like.
Morning: He: When you finish your links could you do something for me.
Me: Sure honey. Give me another couple hours and I'll be glad to.
AfternoonHe: when you finish the game thread, I'd like some lunch.
Me: Sure honey. It'll be just another hour or so
NightHe: It's game time. Kids get out of the room and leave your mother alone.
Me; Stupid refs.
He: I hate it when they get all the calls. Can you get me a snack at the half?
Me: Sure honey. It'll be just another quarter.
Maybe not quite as bad as that but I have an incredibly understanding hubby who indulges my Celtics addiction.