In the past 24 hours I have suffered broken sleep, washed dishes, used a dirty look to silence an argument, hissed dangerously to urge someone to do my will, threatened to spank someone, harnessed the lethal power of passive aggression to convey my martyrdom and suffering and woken two people up for work. I have become a mother.
I have also had six vodka and tonics and walked into a door. So I am more like MY mother.
4 comments:
1.You didn't wash the dishes. They're still all there festering happily in the filth of david/burt's "spaghetti bolognaise". 2. I would have gotten up eventually. And 3., if you'd stayed out then you wouldn't have been asleep to be woken in the first place. (I presume you meant broken sleep and not unbroken). Also you're moving out so it's too late to express your contempt for us now that we can't conform to your lifestyle ideals. Not that we would have. All said, I love you and will miss you like I would miss my arm if it moved home (silently obviously - auditors do not show emotion beyond puzzlement) every day.
Walked into a door? Isn't that a euphemism one of those battered wives people use?
If you need someone to talk to...
If you need someone to spank...
Don't make me come over there, Cope.
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