Not to worry; John escaped the world of back-alley used video game dealing relatively unscathed. I'd like to point out that he wouldn't be forced into such tactics, though, if GameStop would just stop gouging everyone on their used video games. Seriously, only $2 less than the brand new one, GameStop? Really?
If my husband gets shot while trying to save $15 on a copy of Skyrim, GameStop, I'LL BLAME YOU.
In related news, I expect I'm about to become a video game widow for untold weeks, since John has recently acquired (for those of you who weren't paying attention just then) a copy of Skyrim. That's assuming I don't swipe it out from under him and start playing it first, of course. We're both properly prepared: we've already been making "arrow to the knee" jokes for months.
In less-related news, MY GALLBLADDER IS PROBABLY FINE. I know how worried all of you were, so, yeah, sorry to keep you in suspense like that*. However, if you ever start getting crazy pinchy pains in your lower right side (or "flank" as we professional gallbladder-type persons call it) that last for several days after eating something really high in fat like creamy butternut squash soup, then you should probably go see a doctor. That way she (the doctor) can jab around your abdomen and give you a little pee cup in a paper bag to carry out in front of all the other people waiting outside, even though that paper bag is SO NOT FOOLING anyone, and they'll watch you with their judgy eyes as you close the bathroom door and they'll all think, "Wow, that girl is totally peeing in a cup right now," while you attempt to actually pee in a cup, which might make it kind of hard to get things going, if you know what I mean, but that's why I AM A PROFESSIONAL.
*What, you weren't worried because you don't obsessively follow my every tweet? WELL WHY NOT?!
Sometimes I think back to the second-grade-me, sitting at my crappy wooden school desk and dreaming of being a writer, and then I'll look over a paragraph I just wrote that will be read by literally TENS of people about me peeing in a plastic cup, and I'll think, "Does 'judgy' have an 'e' in it? 'Judgey?' Is that right?"
Just now John asked me what I was writing about, and I told him "not much," because if there's one thing I know, it's that I do NOT need any actual content to write a LOT of stuff.
But just so these last few minutes haven't been a complete waste of your time, take a gander at these adorable polymer clay charms of Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural:
AAIEEE!! So cute!!
These were sent to me by the lovely Stacey G., who commissioned them from her sister Chey. And you can tell they were made just for me because the boys are wearing Mickey ears. (Mental image: Sam & Dean riding Haunted Mansion. You're welcome.)
Oh, and the boys don't have bottoms...but I don't mean like that (*mrowr*) I mean like this:
I like to think there's a portal under each of them. :)
Chey has an Etsy shop here, in case you're looking for your own Supernatural goodies. (I'm especially digging her Castiel pendant with the tie - very fun.)
Oooh, and speaking of Supernatural, I think I'm driving John nuts by constantly talking about the last few episodes. I won't spoil anything for those of you haven't seen 'em yet, but I AM SO EXCITED AND HAPPY AND I HOPE THEY DON'T SCREW THIS UP. That is all.
I mean, this could be a huge turning point for the better and add such a cool new perspective on the show and I am reeeeallly invested in these characters and they're probably going to screw it up, aren't they? Harrumph. No, no - I'm remaining positive. So...fingers crossed.