A sample of today's conversation:
Me: "I almost bought you a present today"
Mrs RS: "But you didn't?"
Me: "No, I've learnt my lesson enough to make sure it fits first."
My brain: "Hah, cunningly throwing the scent off towards clothing or lingerie. She'll never guess I was going to buy jewelry."
Mrs RS: "Was it a ring?"
My brain: "What. The. Fuck....?"
Me: "Not necessarily. Why?"
Mrs RS: "Was it going to have a diamond?"
My brain: "Defcon 3! Defcon 3! Defcon 3!"
Me: "Hah! Like I can afford a diamond!?!"
Mrs RS: "Was it an engagement ring?"
My brain: "Defcon 1! Defcon 1! Defcon 1!"
Me: "No."
Mrs RS: "Good."
Late edit:
Couldn't miss this off the end though!
Sunday, 27 September 2009
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5 comments:
It's a bit late for a ring if her name is Mrs Red Squirrel. You're lucky to have a woman who is satisfied with a title.
Why don't you get her a nice "toy" instead? Far more practical than jewelery!
Bless.
A bag of chocolate mis-shapes often suffices.
Haha finally someone gets their comeuppance for the whole secret gift baiting thing...
gb - and satisfied she is :)
P - good point! Monopoly always goes down well at Christmas :)
Kevin - I did actually take 48 Curly-Wurlies on our first date :-P
Lindsay - Mrs Red Squirrel loves talking about her presents almost as much as she likes receiving them :)
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