That’s how mine was. The moving 15 kilometres away and setting up a new home with the old furniture and stuff.
Am officially a villager, as of today. For the first time in my life. I know, I know, it did seem as if, but no: as of today only.
Everyone owns dogs here which is a good thing as I like dogs but wouldn’t want to own any. 🙂
– … Would you please … beat me into sleeping the next time?
– … ❓ … 😀 … 🙄 …
– I’m so tired. I have no idea why I couldn’t sleep last night. I just couldn’t. I was awake as hell and it was 5 am. I checked. Now I cannot live. So just hit me senseless next time. You’ll sleep better, too, afterwards. What with my tossing and turning.
“I do think her butt’s a bit … largish?” I smile to show that I don’t care and this is only small talk. Only small talk. Like you do when you are married.
“Yeah,” he agrees, “it is too big. A bit. Who is she, anyway?”
“Hm … Do you know … Have you ever heard of this guy called Simpson who killed his wife?”
“Well, then, it doesn’t matter. She’s no one. Really. Just forget her.”
I don’t feel like being bitter about people who earn gazillions by doing nothing (apart from growing a gross ass and having a really beautiful face) just right now so I decide he is not to know.
I have a husband who’s probably never heard of Kardashians. How good is that?!? 😈
OH, and: I also have some advice for Stewart. Yes, Kristen. It goes like this: Those fallen from grace real life may now embrace. This is a bad translation of a well-known German saying Ist der Ruf erst ruiniert, lebt sich’s völlig ungeniert (bad Slovenian translation: Ko je ugled enkrat ruiniran, lajf postane neženiran)
Good luck, Kristen.