Five hours and two toothbrushings after eating a helping of that cobbler, and these are my teeth. It looks like I’ve been brushing with AquaSmurf. The ladies in my knitting group noticed, but apparently weren’t going to say anything, the dears. Dad, you’ve been warned.
For the record, it was totally worth it.
Note to self: smile with mouth closed tomorrow.
Yesterday I went to Michael’s craft store and saw one of my local Starbucks baristas. It led to this exchange today:
Different barista: I heard from a little bird that you went to Michael’s the other day!
Me: Yes, I saw that little bird! I did go to Michael’s!
Emily, to me afterward: What did the little bird look like?
Heh. Language is funny. I explained the phrase, and it led to great comedy wherein we laughed about how birds don’t go shopping. Good times.
This week:
I was nearly brained several times by party members with quarterstaffs. For a while I thought it was all coming at just me, but then the Elf nearly got axed in the nards, so there you have it.
Two party members attempted to set an entire passageway ablaze with a wall of flame to incinerate our enemies. They succeeded in setting a third the passageway on fire in a thin line to a height of about six inches.
The element of surprise gone, we charged into a chamber that we thought had a few skeletons inside, only to find that… well, you know that scene at the end of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? Yeah, it was that, but with undead instead of Bolivians.
In the course of the battle, our hireling set himself on fire. It’s not D&D night unless someone’s on fire.
Things took a bit of a turn for the worse when my Dwarf was enchanted by a kobold necromancer and started fighting against the party. Sorry, guys.
In the end, though, we defeated the bad guys and earned enough experience to level. I got shoved down a flight of stairs for some heavy damage, and our rogue came within one point of passing out, but nobody died, so I’ll call it a success. So far, so good!