We're All Otaku?

I had an interesting weekend. I went to the mall on Saturday with the sis. We went from store to store in the blistering cold wind (Because it's an outlet mall) in search of riches. We laughed, we joked, I eat, she smoked. And, at the very end, I ended up making out like a bandit in a town full of blind people. :D I got three shirts, a black tie, a red and black checkered bandanna and a black waistcoat~

Sunday was a day full of cleaning for me. So I swept, mopped, vacuumed and wiped down every square inch of this place in preparation for the nanny's visit. By the time the place sparkled, I was running pretty low on energy, so I threw some crap into the slow cooker and ended up making some tasty chicken soup.

The nanny arrived today, her name is Rose and she's a thirty twenty-something year old otaku. 0.0 And I mean otaku, her collection makes mine look like a kid's pool and she's a regular con goer to boot. Instant Pro/WIN.

I'm gonna order some junk from CompUSA tonight, I won't have to cook because there's a crap load of soup left over.

Pros and Cons:

Pro: Teh nanny is an- *Is shot for repetition*
Con:

Pro: My waistcoat makes me look pretty spiffy, if I do say so myself.
Con:

Yoji~

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