My girlfriend kicked down the door to my Man Cave this morning, apprehended me, and demanded I do something called 'real work.' I'm yet to figure out exactly what she meant by that, but now I'm being held to ransom, so I need to find out. Besides, I'm hungry.
The only way she can manipulate me is through food - so she's gone ahead and set about a deal: Work and I'll make you some lunch. It's an offer I can't refuse, and considering I'm so hungry I could suck the paint off a Fire Hydrant, I better do what she says.
I'll be back, probably later tonight, once she's passed out from watching 'Nurse Jackie' catch-ups.
Under the thumb? Me? Bah!
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Just wanted to say, great work. Nice variety of all sorts of happy stuff. If you can maintain this pace, you're gonna be a contender.
ReplyDeleteAlways keep quality time with the GF on the calendar, though.