Busted... yet I end up vindicated...
Rob started it with this.
I read that, then instead of starting to clean the house, I started watching "Tin Cup" again, which is where I first heard the term 'mulligan'. I'm gettin' all into it, vaguely playing at getting ready to clean (as in putting my hair up and shit) and in comes Eric. He just looks at me sitting here watching "Tin Cup" with this grin in his eyes and a raised eyebrow. "This is Rob's doing", I say as I gesture toward the TV. "What he do, write about golf or something?", he asks. "Yes, he certainly did", I giggled. He sat down and watched a huge chunk of the movie with me. Then, as he's getting ready to go back out, he asks about dinner. I told him I was doing the porkchops, then the wiseass says, "So... will it be done when I come in or will it be started then?", being cute about me watching movies instead of gettin' this shit done. "HA!" says I. "Take note of the time, as you try to bust my cajones, then come in and read my earlier post and compare that time to this one, ya punkass boogersnot." Yes, I may be being 'led' into screwin' off (that's my story and I'm stickin' to it), but, hell... I've got 4 hours, at least, til he's done. I'll make it juuuust fine. Long as I don't get distracted again, that is....
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