Despite all my good intentions to go straight home after french class last night, instead I was lured to the lair of a certain Mr Grumpy by the promise of one of his superb home cooked pasta dishes. Bastard. I arrived just after 8 pm and shortly after, dinner was served to me in front of the heater with the tv on (an almost unheard of indulgence! Mr Grumpy has very set ideas about dining) because I was feeling a little chilled and needed some pampering. Add to that, he had the nerve to ply me with some rather nice wine. Total Bastard.
Seriousy. The man should be stopped!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday Night Trap
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4 Possums say:
I thought that last word was shopped. lol
Being horizontal for so long has caused my brain to atrophy now I'm semi-vertical again.
You may come and visit any time you like :D
"...dinner was served to me in front of the heater with the tv on..."
You had the telly on during your meal? How bohemian is that? Next you'll be telling me you didn't use plates and cutlerly and that you ate your meals without the use of a table.
never mind that, cop the jailbait gravatar.
bad girl.
the contrast monster stole my face!!
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