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....an obsessive-compulsive tradeskiller.
I am bad. My husband makes me look like an amateur.
It does not help that he sleepwalks and that he sometimes brings playing EQ into his sleepwalking adventures.
He has dressed me while he's been sound asleep, cramming his own shoes on my feet. He has awakened me with warnings of undead in the back yard and they were going to kick the %^&$ out of me if I didn't stand up on incoming. We've had strangers standing in the corner, giant ticks in the window, and worms on the ceiling fan. I have gotten his to go back to bed quietly after telling him that the mage pet cons blue to me.
/boggle
Last night, however, was the best.
He had gone into a combine frenzy, making 3 ceramic totems of xegony, 2 pairs of earthen leather sleeves and one pair of the legs. He was diligent in tracking down all our guild mates to get the components so he could do the combines before he ran off to meet us at a raid, so he could hand the stuff out when he got there.
Something in that tracking down process triggered....something.....
I awoke to the howls of his cat (who we found trembling in the morning). The commotion was evidently caused by my husband's insistence that "something he needed" was spawning in our house - and someone else was there trying to get it! "Something he needed" translates into some tradekill component. I could not figure out if the cat was a spawn or the person after the spawn, but it did not matter as he struggled with the 18-pound terrified animal. Luckily, it is a very strong cat, who was smart enough to hide when Daddy was encouraged to let him go.
I know people who take their jobs a bit seriously and tend to bring their work home. This, however, is taking that a bit far, don't you think?
*sighs and tries to get some sleep*
I am bad. My husband makes me look like an amateur.
It does not help that he sleepwalks and that he sometimes brings playing EQ into his sleepwalking adventures.
He has dressed me while he's been sound asleep, cramming his own shoes on my feet. He has awakened me with warnings of undead in the back yard and they were going to kick the %^&$ out of me if I didn't stand up on incoming. We've had strangers standing in the corner, giant ticks in the window, and worms on the ceiling fan. I have gotten his to go back to bed quietly after telling him that the mage pet cons blue to me.
/boggle
Last night, however, was the best.
He had gone into a combine frenzy, making 3 ceramic totems of xegony, 2 pairs of earthen leather sleeves and one pair of the legs. He was diligent in tracking down all our guild mates to get the components so he could do the combines before he ran off to meet us at a raid, so he could hand the stuff out when he got there.
Something in that tracking down process triggered....something.....
I awoke to the howls of his cat (who we found trembling in the morning). The commotion was evidently caused by my husband's insistence that "something he needed" was spawning in our house - and someone else was there trying to get it! "Something he needed" translates into some tradekill component. I could not figure out if the cat was a spawn or the person after the spawn, but it did not matter as he struggled with the 18-pound terrified animal. Luckily, it is a very strong cat, who was smart enough to hide when Daddy was encouraged to let him go.
I know people who take their jobs a bit seriously and tend to bring their work home. This, however, is taking that a bit far, don't you think?
*sighs and tries to get some sleep*
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