Blame the bottle
Sunday 11 November 2007 at 12:15 am.One way or the other, I always end up (almost) drunk on the sofa when he's gone for the weekend. Or at least, I've done so for the last three times he went camping with his friends. (So he's probably drunk too.)
It's all her fault. She has a sixth sense for knowing when he's gone... and invites herself to sleep over on 'her' sparebed (and brings over a bottle of pims.) So... oh, no, we're doing it again.
*hips*
*hihi*
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And actually… we’re becoming pro’s, aren’t we?
Roosje - 11-11-’07 15:50