OK Cowboy
Mr J left early this morning to get his N.I.E. (National Identity Number for Foreigners in Spain), so his dad can register the car on Mr. J's name here.
I decided to skip queueing and especially skip sitting in the car with them, driving to Malaga.
Woke up to find that some idiot had left the door to bedroom and bathroom open and the dog dragged my new bra around and my panties as well. Pervdog.
Then I found a pile of poop on the terrace. Called up Mr J's sister and told her to clean it, after all it is HER dog and she is being a right little bitch a lot of the time, so I don't plan on being nice and clean dog shit off the terrace.
I sound hostile, but I'm not.
Feelin weird and tired right now. Wanted to talk to Mr J's dad about the inevitable yesterday, London. But then he sulked, because we suggested going to Burger King (as Mr J's mum didn't wanna cook). To cut a long story short, he didn't eat with us or drive to Burger King, but sulked in front of the TV. Not a good time to mention London, I guess. Luckily I had booked the flight and hotel before that. Haha.
I have let my health slip a lot since Mr J's dad has arrived: Lots of crap has been eaten, lots of wine has been had, lots of cocktails too. Bread, butter and loadsa unhealthy stuff is not good. So today I am starting to be health conscious again *fingers crossed*. I am hungry for simple pasta with sauce, but I am done suggesting food and dinner. If they come up with something good, I'll have it, if not, I will make some food myself. I am not used to eating at a table with family every day.
Oh and they are back already, guess I should have straightened my hair :) I also put in a wash consisting of two skirts, one shirt and two pairs of underpants. Oops, that will probably put a frown on some people's faces. But no way am I washing my new light pink top and my new white skirt with any weird colours right now.
OK, lemme see what's going on down there.
I decided to skip queueing and especially skip sitting in the car with them, driving to Malaga.
Woke up to find that some idiot had left the door to bedroom and bathroom open and the dog dragged my new bra around and my panties as well. Pervdog.
Then I found a pile of poop on the terrace. Called up Mr J's sister and told her to clean it, after all it is HER dog and she is being a right little bitch a lot of the time, so I don't plan on being nice and clean dog shit off the terrace.
I sound hostile, but I'm not.
Feelin weird and tired right now. Wanted to talk to Mr J's dad about the inevitable yesterday, London. But then he sulked, because we suggested going to Burger King (as Mr J's mum didn't wanna cook). To cut a long story short, he didn't eat with us or drive to Burger King, but sulked in front of the TV. Not a good time to mention London, I guess. Luckily I had booked the flight and hotel before that. Haha.
I have let my health slip a lot since Mr J's dad has arrived: Lots of crap has been eaten, lots of wine has been had, lots of cocktails too. Bread, butter and loadsa unhealthy stuff is not good. So today I am starting to be health conscious again *fingers crossed*. I am hungry for simple pasta with sauce, but I am done suggesting food and dinner. If they come up with something good, I'll have it, if not, I will make some food myself. I am not used to eating at a table with family every day.
Oh and they are back already, guess I should have straightened my hair :) I also put in a wash consisting of two skirts, one shirt and two pairs of underpants. Oops, that will probably put a frown on some people's faces. But no way am I washing my new light pink top and my new white skirt with any weird colours right now.
OK, lemme see what's going on down there.