Flight of the Ravioli

Slept in far too late on Sunday. As a result, we were unable to make it to church. >.<" Gonna have to catch the message on audio later this week. Took a late breakfast and goofed around a bit. Someone in linkchat said there was a GM in La Theine at the Crag of Holla, so I jet out there quickly to snap a screenie and pose with him. I'll post it here later today when I get home. Gotta wonder if they hate that or get a kick out of it. It wasn't until we were going to sit down and merit a little bit that we ran headlong into a wall of chaos.

Before I get into this, let me share a hypothesis: The only reason mankind has lasted as long as it has and flourished is because women are far smarter than men. Despite what they'd have you believe, women know EXACTLY what they want - a baby. It's just how they're wired. Every birth can be attributed to either craftiness/trickery/Jedi mind tricks/siege tactics on the part of the woman, mental illness on the part of the man (no man in his right mind wants a baby), or a combination of both. I know my wife had been singing "Ba~by!" a good year before we got pregnant. Everytime a couple strolled by with an incognisant puddle of goop or one appeared on the TV, she'd chime in to make sure that I knew she noticed it. The Men's Retreat I went on that year didn't help either. They had a 3-day talk (no doubt orchestrated by the women in the church) on the blessings of Fatherhood, featuring a former drug addict pro-Football player turned father of 14. Yes, I said 14. That year, half the church had children. The brainwashing combined with the constant baby bombardment is what broke me. I think I did well; lasting as long as I did. It's a refrain I've heard from almost every other dad under the age of 50.

Don't get me wrong: I love Clara. I wouldn't trade her for gold. Well, maybe gold. Or cash monies. I jest: I can't imagine life without that little bundle of cute and destruction. So imagine my chagrin when, as I'm getting us ready for lunch and an afternoon of merits, said bundle decides my lunch is going to be her lunch, and pulls an entire bowl of hot ravioli all over herself, my chair, desk and the carpet. About half an hour of unbridled chaos ensued: screaming child, ravioli everywhere, scrubbing Resolve into the carpet, setting up a maze of baby barricades, vacuuming and more scrubbing. Yeah, that's never coming out.

Settled down enough for us to get in a good hour of meriting. It was a linkshell merit party, so the regular pissing match that occurs in pick-up merits was gone. Talon let me borrow his Osode for the party - that is one sexy piece of equipment. My MNK really needed that buffer - I was 1k from deleveling. We disbanded just in time to make the gather time for our Sunday dynamis run. We did a win run in Dynamis-Windurst, and there was much Haidate. >.> One pair of Cleric's Duckbills did drop, and I won the lot for it. I'm 2/5 now for Cleric! After getting back from Dynamis, we heard that a GM decided to watch the Fafnir fight. Gee, wonder why... Rounded out the evening with a Limbus run. Keri's group got 3 coins each, mine got off to a late start, but ended with 4-5 coins each. Baloo bought my coins for 30k each, paying for the entrance fee. I could have made more money bazaaring them off, but I was just looking to make the 30k back.