Domestics
I took a page out of Martha Stewart's book yesterday and did a spot of ironing. Ironing is actually quite therapeutic, although it is safe to say that I am terrible at it.I start to have an open, good natured discussion about marriage with my boyfriend - whom from now on shall be referred to as Spidey. The reason for this pseudonym is because during the first few weeks of dating, he sent me a boxful of treats at work containing perfume, a tin of lollies and a sweet handwritten note.
And a big black plastic spider that had all the hallmarks of being purchased from the bargain bin of a two dollar shop.
The spider, as he later informed me, was supposed to make me jolt and send me halfway across the room in fright. Instead it made me think he was a 6 year old living in a 34 year old body. Still, the sentiment was there and since then he has spun a web of beautiful memories in my corner of the world.
EWWWW!!! SPEW!!!!!! THOU SHALT NOT SPEAKETH ABOUT LOVE!!!!
So.......we are having this discussion about marriage, like two seasoned examiners of the topic, when I open my mouth and the words "Don't you want to marry me?" come out. He looks at me as if I've just said "Don't you want to die of arsenic poisoning?". This makes me think I have to do something quick like shout "HAHA FOOLED YOU" and then have the crew of Candid Camera launch out from under the ironing board.
The rest of the conversation didn't actually turn out so bad. It will not be repeated here because I don't want to foil our surprise plans to get hitched in the Bahamas next week. Cash gifts only please.
posted by Lokes @ 4:40 PM
2 Comments:
This was written purposely to shock me!! Damn it Lokes, every time you laugh unconvincingly at my whenareyougettingmarried questions in future I will KNOW it is just that you have not picked out the colour for bridesmaid dresses yet and don't want to ask me until you do.
On that note, pink or blue are both fine.
Moving along... Spidey? No ironing pun? And we never did find out what Martha Stewart and hot metal on cold garments had to do with marriage talk. Methinks thou wanted a stepping stone to talketh about it.
Well I'm listening... And booking my plane ticket!
You're talking in stupid methapors again Lau Lau.
Did you not read my "mission statement"!?!??! The SPOUTING is meant to be RANDOM!!!
But I love you anyway, so feel free to share the spotlight with me as you are my sole audience member.
Maybe we'll get a book deal each? I'll be number one of the NY Times and you'll be number one on the Wagga Wagga Courier.
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