Errr hmmmm well, you see.. it was like this.... well it wasn't really my fault, I mean.... well... errrrr well, there were these strong pants and... well, shuffling of feet, staring at the floor....
Oh sod it.. here goes. starts out ok...
Little My has her invincible strong pants on. Her bag has been empty all day... this is a litte disconcerting as maybe the strong pants are a bit too strong and things are backing up...hmmm ... could be messy! I would stand well back tomorrow if I was you......where do they back up to I wonder... euch. thinking about that, its gross... sorry. Hope I didn't put you off your dinner.
She goes to the supermarket and stocks up on fresh healthy stuff now she has a cooker.(and before you ask... P lifts and carries and packs and everything ok?) Last night was a bit of a let down. New cooker and we forgot to buy any food to cook on it ha ha ha.. I guess I was assuming that they wouldn't turn up or wouldn't be able to connect it or the gas would go off or something cos that is what is usually happens to me and I have not quite got used to this idea of things working first time yet....
Anyway, we got food and a new non-stick frying pan with a lid Ooooh more new stuff! Oh and a new fish slice/spatual type thing that resulted in another mad conversation of us asking the assistant if there were any other ones than the angry one. Now we don't have the gloomy cooker, we don't want angry fish slices grimacing at the veg and P didn't want the novelty one that looked like a fried egg (he has grown up and has taste, I haven't and don't) but the only other one we could see was black and sharp and angry looking... in the end we got it after bemused looks from the assistant (again) and stratetgic placing of hand from LM as she giggled as invincible pants weren't quite being invincible and decided the happy coffee machine might cheer it up.
The rest of the day stretched ahead.... ooooh what to do, what to do.....
P spent the day saying 'you are beautiful' and 'I love you' and before you go ahhh how sweet, he was talking to the cooker and the books. He is a bibliophile (big word for the day) I suspect HilaryB is a bibliophile too and she will understand his comments of' I love you' and' where have you been hiding you tease', and 'Oh you torture me...how can I choose' as he tries to squeeze too many books into the bookcases and deciding which have to go in a box in the cupboard for now (downsizing has its downsides.. no shelves and 2 rooms and a landing less than before , and every room, corner and surface in our house has too many books) and everytime he went in the kitchen he said 'you are beautiful' to the cooker....
Little My threw a strop and got a 'Oh and you too' of course.
So while P was exclaiming his love for printed paper, what was LM up to I hear you ask....
If I say it really quickly maybe you won't hear it all and I will only get a little slap or a couple of minutes in the naughty corner or if I say it really really quickly, you might not hear, or perhaps some euphemisms might do..
Yes! euphemisms and metaphors and similies and all those things that most of us can't remember which is which will do...
The bedroom is now a lovely shade of green all over except the top corner a certain vertically challenged person couldn't quite reach and my study is rearranged and free of 9 boxes of stuff that have floated into other places...and the desk is magically in place with computer on it and radio plugged in and the printer wafted down from on high into place and the armchair is looking inviting... . and Little My is lying on the floor for some reason.... can't imagine why
And LM also discovered that strong pants only seem to work when you are sitting at a computer doing nothing all day....
That's all I am saying.
Confession over.
Healthy dinner and lying down are the order of the evening and tomorrow (well, to be honest there is not a lot left to do anyway ha ha).
Love you (does that help??)
If you are still talking to me, i will need some advice for next Friday. You lot espouse good underwear etc for hospital visits. I am seeing GC for a chek up on Friday. Rolos are a given... do I wear by big strong pants or go for nice ones...? Considering what he is going to do when I get there I guess it doesn't really matter... strong pants look rubbish and take about half an hour to get up and down, nice ones give you good luck and easy access (snigger).
Do you think his wife has ever kissed his fingers? Just a thought.
Drinks and snacks cooked in the lovely cooker tonight... by P not me... promise! I am lying down, so sorry for any typos- a bit hard to see the keyboard!
Little My xxx
ps in case you don't read my comment on yesterday's blog... I am saving a lot of money on the wedding as with my new big strong pants, we have the venue and the dress sorted so more cash for booze and cake for you lot!
