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The Bug is spending the day with the Geek’s parents so that he may partake in Geek Things with his Geek friends and I can have the afternoon off.

While I do plenty of Geek Things of my own, this is not my type of Geek Thing, so instead, I have my trusty netbook (it’s pink!  and it’s teeny!) and am trying to prevent my teeth from chattering while sitting in a poorly heated, poorly insulated garage where the Geek Things take place.  I was assured we would not be in the garage this weekend, since the average high temperature has been right around zero.

Needless to say, I will be much harder to convince to attend Geek Things in the future.  Assuming I ever get circulation back in my feet, that is.

I knew he was a geek when I married him.  The first time I ever met his friends, it was to do Geek Things.  I’m always amazed that men in their 40s still do this sort of Geek Thing, but no one asked me.

Other than the Geek, only one other member of the group is married (and that memeber’s wife is also part of the group–they’ve been married long enough to have a child in college and another in high school, so it’s a different dynamic).   So here I sit, with people who have been friends as long as I have been alive, trying to keep my fingers from turning blue and mostly succeeding.

Mostly.

The Geek knows he’s in the doghouse.

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