*snorfle*

[sparkindarkness]

Beloved: *Cursing loudly and fully*
Me: Beloved mine, what troubles you so?
Beloved: *glare that implies no mood for poetry or olde fancy talk. Which is tough for I have decreed today peotic talk day. Which is kind of like Regency day but not as well dressed. But I digress.* I can't get any sound out of my computer.
Me: Alas!
Beloved: I've look at sound drivers all morning, there's nothing wrong.
Me: Perchance this might work *plugs in the head phones, the loose wires clearly lying on the floor."
Beloved:...
Me: *does not smile does not smile does not smile*
Beloved: That appears to have worked.
Me: Where would I be without thy technological wizardry?



Now, the plot is to make sure he doesn't connect his headphones being unplugged with my hoovering. (Not that I am admitting these 2 state of affairs are connected. Nope. Not at all)

Comments

Pfft.

[caslayerboi.livejournal.com]

And you just realized that just now?!

Please, if I was his husband, I'd totally put him a silence-of-the-lambs trolley and face mask number, with a zipper installed in the back of the overalls.

It's the only way that his fiendish powers can truly be contained.

Re: Pfft.

[sparkindarkness.livejournal.com]

*is a sainT*