Married Life
Jan. 16th, 2005 12:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zinayaMarried life: Part 1
Me: Omg, I’m sooo dying...
George: Hi honey, I’m home. You won’t believe how bad my day was.
Me: I’m dying.
George: Still sick?
Me: Yeah...my head hurts and my throat hurts and...
George: So I go to the 7-11 at lunch and get a few hotdogs and some chips...
Me: Wait a minute, I’m dying.
George: I had a bad day at work.
Me: Ok, you wanna whine first I take it?
George: Yes, please.
Me: Ok, go ahead. Make it quick though, cause I’m dying.
George: Ok, so I get the hotdogs and pile them with cheese.
Me: Eww (I hate cheese.)
George: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, so I get the cheese dogs and the chips and get in the car. Guess what happens?
Me (trying my best to pay attention): I dunno. What happens?
George: The fucking hotdogs blew up!
Me: Wha...?
George: There was cheese all over the car. It was on the seats and everything.
Me: Oh god, I’m dying...and my car now smells like processed cheese, I just know it.
George: And then guess what happened?
Me: I’m scared to ask.
George: I had bought a quart of oil and had it on the dashboard..
Me: Yeah...
George: ...and it fell on the chips I bought, smashing them to bits!
Me: *notgoingtolaugh* *notgoingtolaugh* *notgoingto...* Bwhahaha!
George: Glad I amuse you.
Me: *laugh* *choke* *cough* *hack* *dies*
George: Are you ok?
Me: No, I’m fucking dying!
...
...
...
Come snuggle with me.
George: I just want to take a nap for an hour.
Me: *sigh*
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Yes, this actually happened today. I've been sick for the last two days and for some reason Fate thought it would be a good time to mess with George. *sigh*
Me: Omg, I’m sooo dying...
George: Hi honey, I’m home. You won’t believe how bad my day was.
Me: I’m dying.
George: Still sick?
Me: Yeah...my head hurts and my throat hurts and...
George: So I go to the 7-11 at lunch and get a few hotdogs and some chips...
Me: Wait a minute, I’m dying.
George: I had a bad day at work.
Me: Ok, you wanna whine first I take it?
George: Yes, please.
Me: Ok, go ahead. Make it quick though, cause I’m dying.
George: Ok, so I get the hotdogs and pile them with cheese.
Me: Eww (I hate cheese.)
George: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, so I get the cheese dogs and the chips and get in the car. Guess what happens?
Me (trying my best to pay attention): I dunno. What happens?
George: The fucking hotdogs blew up!
Me: Wha...?
George: There was cheese all over the car. It was on the seats and everything.
Me: Oh god, I’m dying...and my car now smells like processed cheese, I just know it.
George: And then guess what happened?
Me: I’m scared to ask.
George: I had bought a quart of oil and had it on the dashboard..
Me: Yeah...
George: ...and it fell on the chips I bought, smashing them to bits!
Me: *notgoingtolaugh* *notgoingtolaugh* *notgoingto...* Bwhahaha!
George: Glad I amuse you.
Me: *laugh* *choke* *cough* *hack* *dies*
George: Are you ok?
Me: No, I’m fucking dying!
...
...
...
Come snuggle with me.
George: I just want to take a nap for an hour.
Me: *sigh*
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Yes, this actually happened today. I've been sick for the last two days and for some reason Fate thought it would be a good time to mess with George. *sigh*
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Date: 2005-01-16 11:28 am (UTC)And 20 lashes to George with a wet noodle for not having anywhere NEAR the sympathy required of your dire illness. ::grrrr::
Men. ::shakes head::
:D
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Date: 2005-01-16 11:33 am (UTC)You know, I didn't ask. I think at that point all I wanted to do was sleep so any inquires would have meant listening to George longer.
Beware the 7-11 exploding hotdogs of doom!