Gestation period of the Troll Hive

I don't think I've mentioned what is happening with this move so let me try to break it down for you. The Man's dad has big house that belonged to The Man's grandma, yes?  Want to keep house in family, rent house. To rent house must have room mates. Invite Troll friends. The Troll Hive is Born.

In case you don't understand what I mean by trolls I mean the type of trolling done on the internet in real life. The things said should often not be said and the jokes are always on someone. Don't Feed the Trolls has meaning here. This is the Gestation period of the Troll Hive. The head honcho is here (I'm not sure if that would be The Man or I), and The Hive is somewhat under construction for the rest of the trolls. There was joking discussion of having cameras in the public rooms for internet streaming of our troll-ness, and this is where the name Troll Hive came from.

At the moment The Mans dad and step-mother are still here packing, and getting ready for their move into their new house so it is tedious having them here. For the time being the two cats we have are locked in our room until the grumpy one leaves (the grumpy one being The Man's stepmother) because she does not like cats.

I don't have a job anymore so I have spent some time demolishing walls that need to be replaced. I get to run in and tear down drywall. I feel all happy about it "yay hunks of drywall on the floor!" Pulling nails for hanging new drywall isn't as much fun as tearing old drywall out but it isn't as bad as hanging new drywall.

On another note, The Man has gotten back into playing Magic The Gathering. If you aren't familiar it's a nerdy card game. I'm okay with this because as always I am the supportive girlfriend. I like he has hobbies to enjoy. I've started playing with him but I am not sure how I feel about it. We played for 6 hours yesterday and I lost all but the last. I think I played for so long because I needed to beat him at least once before I could feel satisfied enough to stop playing with them. It's interesting to say the least. I don't mind getting my butt kicked a lot but I need to win one or I don't feel like I have accomplished anything. I feel like a kid running around saying "neener, neener, neeeeener!" For some reason those childish things sometimes give me greater satisfaction than anything, even being right doesn't compare to saying neener neener. I guess it is more humorous than saying I told you so or something.