Having seen most of the episodes of the X-Files and Star Trek and a whole bunch of B-movies, I consider myself something of an authority on alien operations and tactics. Obviously, it doesn't take much to become an expert. Anyway, I get yelled at for not being willing to 'protect' my wife from lights that she claimed were aliens, coming to get her. My argument is that the stasis beam they use immobilizes everyone and everything besides the person or cow they want to suck up to study. So even if I wanted to, I couldn't do anything to prevent her being taken.
I wonder if she'll believe me now, since they took her last night. And aliens, if you're reading this, I'd like her back soon.
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First of all, I had a fantastic time with the aliens. They're not as hot as Rob, and they're more predictable, but they have some cool toys! Now, about that stasis beam: it's not my husband's FAILURE to protect me that annoys me. It's his utter unwillingness to even TRY to protect me. Had Rob been Prime Minister instead of Winston Churchill, The Finest Generation would have been known as "those guys that speak German against their will." Good thing I made a great impression on those aliens, otherwise SOME of the people in my house would have something to worry about tonight. And what's this "all comments must be approved by the blog author" note I just noticed? Like Rob's going to post anything highlighting the fact that he does not, as I had erroneously assumed, love me enough to fight for my honor in the face of utter futility. And I'd say I have the scars to prove it, but those probes are remarkably delicate . . .
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