It's no secret that Mr. Schmitty and I take pleasure in busting each other's chops. Our marriage thrives on laughter and what could be more entertaining than poking fun at your significant other? Thus, every once in a while, when things get a bit stressful and a bit too serious around here, I find the need to amuse myself.
I have a bit of a twisted, child-like sense of humor. It doesn't take much for me to double over in sheer cackling delight.
In other words, I can be completely immature.
For instance, when I needed a little pick me up, all it took was the hubby's cell phone and I was happy again. And I will never forget the fun I had with this one!
Finding pleasure at Mr. Schmitty's expense can be a total euphoric experience.
It's a regular Romper Room around here at times, I tell you. Well, Romper Room with a dash of slapstick comedy teetering on the inappropriate.
Okay, so some of it is COMPLETELY tasteless but we get each other, so it works.
Lately, I've been in the mood for some tomfoolery. I've developed a twitch in my left eye and that usually indicates I'm a bit tense.
Now, before I divulge how I spent my day, let me give you some back story.
Mr. Schmitty has an Xbox Live addiction, most in particular, he needs his Call of Duty fix on a regular basis or he'll quite possibly implode.
He can become quite immersed in character during game play. You should see him sitting in the recliner, which he moves right in front of our flatscreen, wearing his helicopter pilot-looking headset with mic. His gamertag has the word Bulldog in it, you know, so he sounds tough.
So, there he'll sit, he and his bad self, playing into the wee hours of the morning without so much as a yawn to slow him down. Something, I might add, that drives me nuts because when he and I spend "quality couple time" together, I'm usually prying the remote from his sleep induced grip of steel and wiping the drool off of my shoulder.
But I should understand; Xbox is the shit, yo.
Not wanting to be the wife that interferes with her husbands hobbies, I went online today to renew his yearly gold membership.
While I was online, I noticed his avatar:
It is actually a very good likeness of him.
Then I noticed something else. And the evil thoughts began to manipulate the computer mouse. I had no control.
The final results produced this new and improved version of Mr. Schmitty:I'm hoping to be present to see the look on his face when he finally realizes his "persona" looks a bit like Dwayne Schneider on psychedelics.
I'm thinking he might want to change his gamertag to something a little more hip. Maybe something with RicoSauve in it.
I'm sure the "buddies" he plays with will have fun helping him choose an appropriate moniker!