Just A Little Proof Of...
...just how much an evil bitch I can be. Also, that my husband can be way too stressed out sometimes. (Sorry honey throwing out the fact that your clothing is problematic, again.)
This all happened about a week and half before Penguicon. He was thrown a bunch of mind numbing shit at work that just had to be done. With a very short deadline of time. He was also, working on finishing his dreads and the Beastie costume. I was fully aware that his stress level was extremely elevated but, that still didn't stop me. I just had that little devil on my shoulder saying "Do it, it will be great!!" Sometimes I just can't help myself. So here is the story.
So I came home from running some errands and Jaz (aka Limey) was in the shower. I had something good to tell him so, I went into the bathroom and struck up a conversation with him. Well, I finished with my story and started to walk out the bathroom. At the same time he started to rinse his hair. On the bathroom sink, he had put his clothes that he intended to put on. Well with his eyes closed, from rinsing, I picked up the clothes as I was leaving the bathroom. Then proceed to our bedroom, placed them on the bed, and threw his blanket over them.
I totally did not expect the breakdown that followed. Jaz came out the bathroom with a baffled look upon his face. Then went into the bedroom, looked around, and then came back out. Found me in the living and asked if I had seen them. (at this point I started following him around)He then goes back into the bathroom, looks again, and then heads to the bedroom. He repeated these actions about 2 more times. Each loop around the house his face becoming more stressed and his actions becoming more frantic.
This is the part that was fucking hilarious. He picks up his blanket and shakes it. Amazingly the clothes don't fall out. He had managed to pick up the blanket in the exact spot the clothes were under. Up to this point I have remained absolutely straight faced. Now, that I can see he is really starting to freak out and almost on the verge of crying, is when I start to break. Just because, to me, it was funny as all hell. So he goes on and searches the house again.
Finally, after about a total of 10 minutes of this, I can't control myself anymore. He is standing in front of me, hands on his head, and not far from crying that I showed him where his clothes were. Jaz goes off to calm himself and reassure himself that I am a bitch and that he was not going crazy. I spend about the next hour laughing. Hell even now thinking back to it I still laugh.
Folks allow me to introduce myself. I am the president of Evil Doer's Anonymous. My name is Amy and I am here to listen to your evilness. My Vice President Kylia is always here to help as well. We are always looking for new members. If you are interested in joining, just let us know your Proof of Evil.
Amy
P.S. If there really is an E.A. group I don't really know. It was just something we started a while ago.
This all happened about a week and half before Penguicon. He was thrown a bunch of mind numbing shit at work that just had to be done. With a very short deadline of time. He was also, working on finishing his dreads and the Beastie costume. I was fully aware that his stress level was extremely elevated but, that still didn't stop me. I just had that little devil on my shoulder saying "Do it, it will be great!!" Sometimes I just can't help myself. So here is the story.
So I came home from running some errands and Jaz (aka Limey) was in the shower. I had something good to tell him so, I went into the bathroom and struck up a conversation with him. Well, I finished with my story and started to walk out the bathroom. At the same time he started to rinse his hair. On the bathroom sink, he had put his clothes that he intended to put on. Well with his eyes closed, from rinsing, I picked up the clothes as I was leaving the bathroom. Then proceed to our bedroom, placed them on the bed, and threw his blanket over them.
I totally did not expect the breakdown that followed. Jaz came out the bathroom with a baffled look upon his face. Then went into the bedroom, looked around, and then came back out. Found me in the living and asked if I had seen them. (at this point I started following him around)He then goes back into the bathroom, looks again, and then heads to the bedroom. He repeated these actions about 2 more times. Each loop around the house his face becoming more stressed and his actions becoming more frantic.
This is the part that was fucking hilarious. He picks up his blanket and shakes it. Amazingly the clothes don't fall out. He had managed to pick up the blanket in the exact spot the clothes were under. Up to this point I have remained absolutely straight faced. Now, that I can see he is really starting to freak out and almost on the verge of crying, is when I start to break. Just because, to me, it was funny as all hell. So he goes on and searches the house again.
Finally, after about a total of 10 minutes of this, I can't control myself anymore. He is standing in front of me, hands on his head, and not far from crying that I showed him where his clothes were. Jaz goes off to calm himself and reassure himself that I am a bitch and that he was not going crazy. I spend about the next hour laughing. Hell even now thinking back to it I still laugh.
Folks allow me to introduce myself. I am the president of Evil Doer's Anonymous. My name is Amy and I am here to listen to your evilness. My Vice President Kylia is always here to help as well. We are always looking for new members. If you are interested in joining, just let us know your Proof of Evil.
Amy
P.S. If there really is an E.A. group I don't really know. It was just something we started a while ago.