{"id":428,"date":"2005-01-31T07:50:00","date_gmt":"2005-01-31T12:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/2005\/01\/31\/how-cool-is-this\/"},"modified":"2005-01-31T07:50:00","modified_gmt":"2005-01-31T12:50:00","slug":"how-cool-is-this","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/2005\/01\/31\/how-cool-is-this\/","title":{"rendered":"How cool is this?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Background info:<\/p>\n<p>1 &#8211; Our morning routine is such that after the alarm goes off and a couple of snoozes are hit, <lj user=\"sqlrob\"> gets up and goes downstairs to get cereal.  I stay in bed a bit more, then get up and go into the computer room.  Usually, Rob&apos;s there before me, munching on his breakfast.<\/p>\n<p>2 &#8211; I&apos;m playing Animal Crossing.  In this game, you can buy\/find stationery to send letters to other NPC&apos;s and other players.  My town has four players &#8211; named Jen, Rob, Lisa, and Jeff.  I&apos;m the only one playing this game, I have the four characters so that I can get More Stuff faster.  Me, obsessed?  Completely.<\/p>\n<p>So, the alarm goes off, snooze is struck.  Rob gets up a little earlier than usual.  I pull the covers over my head.  I hate mornings.   He goes downstairs.  I doze for a while, then struggle out of bed when my morning dreams get too weird.  I go into the computer room, which is closed.  Huh, says I.  He&apos;s usually up here by now.<\/p>\n<p>Rob comes upstairs, wishes me Happy Birthday, and tells me what he&apos;s been up to:  he was trying to get Rob in Animal Crossing to send Jen a birthday card.  He was thwarted at every turn!   AC Rob didn&apos;t have any stationery.  Neither did Jeff or Lisa.  Sometimes there&apos;ll be stationery at the dump, or at the lost and found in the police station &#8211; not today.  He couldn&apos;t go buy any, &apos;cause it&apos;s the 31st &#8211; which means raffle day and the store is closed.<\/p>\n<p>How freakin&apos; cool is that??  He doesn&apos;t play this game.   He&apos;s watched me play it, and half the time it puts him to sleep.  Talk about your warm fuzzies &#8211; I have such a cool husband.  :)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Background info: 1 &#8211; Our morning routine is such that after the alarm goes off and a couple of snoozes are hit, gets up and goes downstairs to get cereal. I stay in bed a bit more, then get up and go into the computer room. Usually, Rob&apos;s there before me, munching on his breakfast. 2 &#8211; I&apos;m playing Animal Crossing. In this game, you can buy\/find stationery to send letters to other NPC&apos;s and other players. My town has four players &#8211; named Jen, Rob, Lisa, and Jeff. I&apos;m the only one playing this game, I have the four characters so that I can get More Stuff faster. Me, obsessed? Completely. So, the alarm goes off, snooze is struck. Rob gets up a little earlier than usual. I pull the covers over my head. I hate mornings. He goes downstairs. I doze for a while, then struggle out of bed when my morning dreams get too weird. I go into the computer room, which is closed. Huh, says I. He&apos;s usually up here by now. Rob comes upstairs, wishes me Happy Birthday, and tells me what he&apos;s been up to: he was trying to get Rob in Animal Crossing to send Jen a birthday card. He was thwarted at every turn! AC Rob didn&apos;t have any stationery. Neither did Jeff or Lisa. Sometimes there&apos;ll be stationery at the dump, or at the lost and found in the police station &#8211; not today. He couldn&apos;t go buy any, &apos;cause it&apos;s the 31st &#8211; which means raffle day and the store is closed. How freakin&apos; cool is that?? He doesn&apos;t play this game. He&apos;s watched me play it, and half the time it puts him to sleep. Talk about your warm fuzzies &#8211; I have such a cool husband. :)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-428","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/428","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=428"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/428\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=428"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=428"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robandjen.com\/jen\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=428"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}