And I respond, "I'm definitely thinking about it why do you ask?"
"Josh Fucking Groban." He threw up a hand. "Two years of Josh Fucking Groban!"
And then he walked out of the kitchen.
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So, Cock Provider hasn't had much to say about my whole radio show thing beyond making sure he doesn't get on the air by accident.
I told him that the package I picked out on BlogTalk Radio would allow me up to 2 hours a day if I wanted. And he looked at me like I was a weirdo and asked, "Do you really have that much to say?"
And I stared at him (kind of horrified to be honest) and asked, "You don't?"
And he was like straight-up, no hesitation, "Nope."
Gonna do a test show tonight to figure out my dashboard. Call me if you have time:
My husband comes home bitching about some jackass at work who argued with him about religion. (aside: I've told him repeatedly not to talk religion, politics, science, reality, or weather with his Mormon co-worker. Motherfucker just doesn't listen to me.) And he ends his rant with, "Well, not like you care. You're an atheist."
And I say, "Actually, yesterday I had a moment during the storm and have recognized Thor as my Lord and Savior." Pause. "Well, it could've happened when I was watching the Avengers Blu-Ray on the big mancave TV. The surround sound was rather a religious experience for me."
Cock Provider stares at me in open-mouthed horror. "You can't worshi Thor!"
"Why the hell not?" I ask, putting on my best incensed-Southern-Woman expression.
He sputters. "You just can't!"
And I say, "Let me get this straight -- you can worship a vengeful, spiteful, intolerant God who spends the entire Old Testament punishing his followers before he takes a page out of Zeus' playbook and knocks up a virgin where upon he sacrifices his son for the sins of people who haven't even been born yet but I can't worship the acknowledged God of Thunder?"
"Honey, you're being ridiculous. The bible..."
"There are books about Thor and Odin. There are movies about him. Historical documentaries on the mythology that surrounds him. All of which are no different than the books, movies, and history written about your so-called savior." I hold up a hand. "Look, don't be jealous. It's not my fault you didn't pick a kick-ass god like I did. Don't hate the player. Hate the motherfuckin' game."
He spent the rest of the evening sulking. Most entertainment since I went to the organic food store
You see, it's like this: Amazon sells practically everything. Twenty two days ago I purchased (with my first birthday money-- My Uncle Who Lives in Arizona always sends me money at the end of September because he forgets my birthday is at the end of October) a rather large cache of sex toys, lubes, and various other sundry sexy time items in an effort to replenish and update The Box that sits in the bottom of my bedroom closet. It is a grand box. Thank fuck you can buy batteries in epically large numbers at Costco.( Is there any particular reason you got a white male sex doll? )