Test

I’m writing this while it is fresh in my mind, which means it is 1am, 01/07/09. K? K.

In a house full of men, there is one thing absolutely positive, I am the minority.
In more ways than just not having certain appendages that men require.
I also lack the ability to play video games. I have no eye/hand, hand/eye coordination. None. At all. Seriously. None.
Well, Seeing as how we’ve had an infusion of video games, the men in my household have been on a competitive streak, reaching to the higher levels, even Stud’s in on it. Evey night, while I toil away at my desk talking to what Son 4 referrs to as “crazy people you aren’t related to”, they are all in the living room competing against each other, most recently on some racing game. I hear the laughter, the trash talking, the burns, the you play like a girl taunts they throw at each other all night long.
I also hear a long string of “sum beach” throw at the game from my dear sweet Stud.
See, for years, ever since we had children and purchased the first game system, Stud has been the king of the castle, master of his domain, Yoda of the system he is.
Until now.
Seems as if Stud’s video game playing ability has faded over the years. If you listen to the taunts the boys are hurling at him, he may even no longer be considered of the male species.
He has lost this racing game to every single boy. Not winning a single game. And they have played a bunch of them. So the ultimate test came about.
It was decided he had to play… me. A meer female. A lesser species, without the common denominators that men have.
Finally, after work tonight, I succomb to the pressure to help Stud reclaim his manhood.
So we raced.
I won.
Stud has been officially asked to check his manhood at the door, to leave his weebles on the table and give up his id card as Stud man of the year.
Just call me Queen.