I am not hyperventilating.
Orcs. In the living room. With my children in the care of a harpymander. Yes, I understand that she's a very nice harpymander, but that doesn't change the fact that her skin smoulders at a temperature upwards of 300°F. Not exactly babysitter material, unless you begat a fucking Balrog.
I know that to the casual journal-reading observer, this may seem like any other Thursday in the life of... us, but I forgot to take my stress pills today, so I'm a little more ON EDGE than usual. (Shut up.)
SO.
I decided that, in light of recent events, Cel was never meant to be a housewife. I myself never expected him to be, it was just a side effect of the unnatural conception of the twins. Though few people seem to be aware of any previous position of his beyond "Trophy Husband" and "Doorman of Galadriel", he did work once. In an actual work setting, he's quite competent, so long as there's minimal amounts of liquor involved.
Celeborn, my love, it's time you got a job. *flicks open the Want Ads*
I know that to the casual journal-reading observer, this may seem like any other Thursday in the life of... us, but I forgot to take my stress pills today, so I'm a little more ON EDGE than usual. (Shut up.)
SO.
I decided that, in light of recent events, Cel was never meant to be a housewife. I myself never expected him to be, it was just a side effect of the unnatural conception of the twins. Though few people seem to be aware of any previous position of his beyond "Trophy Husband" and "Doorman of Galadriel", he did work once. In an actual work setting, he's quite competent, so long as there's minimal amounts of liquor involved.
Celeborn, my love, it's time you got a job. *flicks open the Want Ads*