Sry guys, wife agro.

That, my friends, is what Dylan typed immediately after this conversation:

Me: Whatcha up to?
Dylan: 'Bout to do a quick raid.
Me: Oh. ...
Me: Do you have to do a raid right now?
Dylan: Uhhh... nooooo?

And then, after an awkward pause, he proceeded to apologize to his fellow gamers for having an "agro" wife. He was met with sympathetic remarks all around.

My immediate reaction was hysterical laughter. Apparently an event such as this one is so commonplace in the world of online gaming that they have a code for it!

But after a second's thought I realized I was being cast as the "agro" wife--not so appealing. It implies that wives are angry, nagging people who crush their husband's dreams. (In fact, I had much more pleasant activities in mind, the details of which I won't go into here as I can already sense my brothers squirming in discomfort). Dylan then explained that "agro" doesn't necessarily mean "aggravated" or "aggressive." A better translation of the phrase would be, "Sorry, folks, I have to go now because I need to spend time with the people I love who do not game." Ah, well, that I can get on board with. Maybe their new code should be, "Sry guys, sxy wife way btr than elf toon."

P.S. Dylan, for his part, deserves credit for being a wonderfully responsive partner who was more than willing to switch his game plan (Ha! Get it? Game plan? .... Right. Sorry.). He's the bestest!

Confessions of a Hand-Licker

Yes, my friends, Bailey has a hand fetish. This is how he insists on waking me up every morning:

 

And recently, how he felt he could best contribute to the blogging process:

 

Just the hands. So weird!

Doing My Part: Part 1

For those of you who don't live in Portland, there is an ongoing campaign amongst the locals to Keep [It] Weird. Observe:

It's such a popular and well-known slogan, it has even inspired spin-offs:

(Evidence for the success of both campaigns can be found in this Portland Monthly Magazine article.)

At any rate, as a budding Portlander, I feel it is my civic duty to help ensure that this city is totally whacked out (OK, that's just a convenient excuse to justify the ridiculous things I would probably be doing anyway). I even roped my sister, Vanessa, into helping out when she came out to visit recently. As we walked home from the grocery store, we encountered an opportunity we just couldn't pass up:

                                                         

We had soooo much fun being whimsical and spontaneous! Right, Vanessa?

Ahhhhhahahahaha! Oh, how I love this photo. While trying to be whimsical and spontaneous was sort of fun, it wasn't until I saw this that I collapsed on the sidewalk, seizing with laughter and wiping the tears from my eyes (for the record, so did Vanessa). I think it's safe to say we've done our part, for now.