Message for All of You
I had a fucking shite day at work. Like, horrible terrible raging busy. Tony's left me in charge and he's decided not to leave me any logs. So basically I get shipments of things and animals in I wasn't expecting every five minutes. Like two giant crates of slugs. Big slimy massive slugs. Which left clear sticky stuff everywhere. Which people slipped on. Which was a health hazard. Which I could have been sued for if someone got hurt. This would not have happened if Tony had done his job. I could do this job with my eyes closed. Why is he my boss?
So, anyway. I came home sticky and disgusting and once Bodie had got a nice bath ready for me - I ain't the only domestic one in this house, darlings - he went and called in a favour. Got us a table at a little Italian to cheer me up. It's expensive but I've been told if I mention money one more time he'll stuff a pizza in my mouth sideways. Oh, speaking of, I'm not allowed to order pizza. We're going for classy food. Expensive classy food. (Okay, I'm shutting up. It's not that I'm ungrateful. I promise.)
This is one of the reasons I love him. Just because I'm in a bad mood, he's set up a whole night out for me. We're maybe going to a movie after and then we have nice wine ... so ... don't call me. Er. We will either ignore the phone or pick up and you'll get a large mouthful. Yes.
White shirt. Black suit. And I'm working on him actually ... you know ... not covering every inch of skin he possibly can. Not holding breath. But don't expect me to be back any time soon. 'cause I'll uncover it all myself if I have to.
And I feel bad that the guys are in hospital and I'm going out. So I'm buying a cake from the dessert stand and sending them doggy bags.
So, anyway. I came home sticky and disgusting and once Bodie had got a nice bath ready for me - I ain't the only domestic one in this house, darlings - he went and called in a favour. Got us a table at a little Italian to cheer me up. It's expensive but I've been told if I mention money one more time he'll stuff a pizza in my mouth sideways. Oh, speaking of, I'm not allowed to order pizza. We're going for classy food. Expensive classy food. (Okay, I'm shutting up. It's not that I'm ungrateful. I promise.)
This is one of the reasons I love him. Just because I'm in a bad mood, he's set up a whole night out for me. We're maybe going to a movie after and then we have nice wine ... so ... don't call me. Er. We will either ignore the phone or pick up and you'll get a large mouthful. Yes.
White shirt. Black suit. And I'm working on him actually ... you know ... not covering every inch of skin he possibly can. Not holding breath. But don't expect me to be back any time soon. 'cause I'll uncover it all myself if I have to.
And I feel bad that the guys are in hospital and I'm going out. So I'm buying a cake from the dessert stand and sending them doggy bags.