Tonight was the first Opportune Gaming Moment (OGM) since my run-in with an apple slicer. Earlier in the week, Traci told me that she had supervision on this night, so I was free to game if I so desired. And it just so happened that I so desired.
So, I scheduled the OGM only be be informed by Traci that she mis-heard the date for supervision and that she was now having it on Wednesday, November 7. She assured me that I would still have my time free for gaming because she had work stuff to do. Oh, and Grey’s Anatomy to watch. Let’s not forget that.
So, today rolls around and the OGM has been planned. I login at 7pm and find I’m the only fuk online. James soon logs in and says that he’s about to go get food, he just didn’t want me to leave because no one else was online.
So, I bide my time until Traci gets home (a little before 8pm). Her headlight is out and requests my help to change it. This didn’t surprise me because it was about time for James to get back from dining and for me to start playing. However, being the generous husband that I am, I rolled up my sleeves and set forward with the task at hand.
To say that changing a headlight in a new Honda Accord is an ordeal is a huge understatement. Here I had the air filter cover off, as well as the battery off, and I still couldn’t reach the friggin’ bulb. It was at this point that Traci asked, “Did you remember to set the PVR to tape Grey’s?”
I feel a little bad for my bitter response to this question. There really was a small part of me that regretted not setting the PVR to tape her show. But the part of me that had more control over my mouth was more concerned about the Haloing I was missing.
After things settled down a bit, Traci realized she was reading the wrong part of the instructions. So, following the instructions, we had to turn the front wheels all the way to the right, remove two bolts from the underside paneling around the driver-side wheel, and shimmy your arm through a little crevice that results in doing this. I finally got to the point where I could touch the bulb, but my fingers were dead at this point and I just couldn’t get a good enough grip to turn the bulb clockwise.
So, we mutually decided that we weren’t going to be able to handle this task. We put everything back together and went our separate ways; she upstairs to watch the rest of Grey’s, I stayed downstairs to meet up with my gaming pals.
It took maybe two full games of Halo Online to realize that I wasn’t having any fun playing Halo. I could devote a whole post to this topic, but I’ll leave it at that. So, in my disgust with myself and the other online Halo f*ckers, I braved the garage again where I successfully dislodged Traci’s burnt-out headlight and replaced it with the working counterpart.
Needless to say, after all this I was too tired and too mentally defeated to spend much time planning out a nice picture for you. So, you’re getting this half-assed shot of some decoballs.
HAH CHECK OUT MAH BALLS!!1