Dec 15, 2006 20:44
Once again Macs has left her stuff on the floor. Once again there are chocolate wrappers around my chair and, as I am on a perpetual diet, I know it's not me. Once again her clothes are scattered everywhere indicating that she has not learned from the burning clothes debacle of 2004.
I get ready to yell and scream at her sorry ass and you know what she does?
"Hey Fayth, i saw this in teh shops as i was going to work and I thought you'd like it."
She hands me the brand new, just out, limited edition Doctor Who soundtrack complete with teeny tiny Ten/Rose badge.
Dammit!
How am I supposed to be mad at her now?