Well, after that little bit of excitement, Gareth decided to make his way home. His hunger bar was dropping, and he was really REALLY desperate to check the oven .... again...
... and the sink.....
... oh and brush his teeth.....
THREE TIMES!!!
'Hey, a guy is allowed to double check everything... isn't he? You can't be too careful nowadays you know.. Sheesh.'
*blinks*
He managed to make himself an autumn salad without chopping his fingers off, but tripped and stumbled around the place.
'It's these shoes.... they pinch a little....erm... I'm just breaking them in....'
*sigh*
Excuses, excuses.
After dinner, he just HAD to check the sink... again. And wash his hands.... again.
And the oven.
'Just making sure I didn't leave the gas on.'
You. had. a. salad.
Oh, never mind.
Then, one of his wishes was to have a maid.
O-kay. Considering that you're the one that's making sure everything is super clean and spotless. But, it's your money sunshine.
And it happened.
'I CAN'T COPE WITH ALL THIS MESS!!!!'
*shakes head*
Just.
go.
to.
bed.
'But I gotta....'
Bed.
Now.
'My favourite program is on TV.'
*sigh*
'Just five more minutes... okay? Please?'
And so endeth the first day of Gareth's life. And judging by the way he fusses about. I'll be completely surprised if he even manages to step out of the house in the morning.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
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