"OMG! The monkeys are having sex on your car!!!" exclaimed Bhen (aka Fuz aka Zaana) just as we were about to leave the house. And true to form, two monkeys were getting it on my hood. It would have been a rather traumatising experience, considering it was the new car, except Fuz's exclamation along with the two critters going at it in a truly desperate fashion turned it into quite a hilarious scene. We were there visiting Princess Mango Kisses at the time (hit the link if you're unfamiliar with her) and were accosted by a pink explosion as soon as I entered the house - it was her birthday yesterday, and it looked like a giant pink pinata self combusted in there - already 6 years old! They grow up so fast.
It was a rather full day for me - just the way I like it. I spent my morning playing chauffeur to the mothership, who for the first time ever didn't mind handing over control to me and remained perfectly still and un-bossy-like in the passenger seat. Global warming really does seem to have an effect on everything.
...Suddenly, D appears! One minute I was lying on my bed, talking on the phone with The Siv, and the next minute I hear D's voice on the other end of my door. I thought I was hallucinating to be honest, (like I missed her so much, that I was suddenly hearing her voice even when she wasn't around), except it sounded too life-like even for my over active imagination and I got up and opened my door a crack and realised in absolute glee that it really was her! We spent the afternoon sitting on my bed, eating the dessert she brought me (it was an aero concoction which was simply divine!), and discussing the many things our weekly emails just don't do justice to. It reminded me of the days back in school, where we would spend so much of time together that anyone would think we'd make each other sick - except we never did. We took it for granted back then, and now we treasure these times together. "It's you, it's you, you make me sing, you're my every word, my every line, you're my every thing..." - Yup, I still have the letter you wrote to me for my 16th; I keep it in my purse, and it's all dog eared and read so many times that the page looks all worn out and has crinkles over its crinkles.
My dad's gone off on a "boys weekend", though to be honest, I think these grown-ass men have lost the right to call themselves "boys", oh, I don't know, around 20years ago? They sent me pictures, showing me what a good time they're having. I'm glad - my dad works hard and doesn't play hard enough, he needs a break...though I miss him right now.
Anyway! Adios World! I'm out for the night - going to do something constructive, like watch Suits!
P.s "Monkeying around," will forever hold new meaning to me.
It was a rather full day for me - just the way I like it. I spent my morning playing chauffeur to the mothership, who for the first time ever didn't mind handing over control to me and remained perfectly still and un-bossy-like in the passenger seat. Global warming really does seem to have an effect on everything.
...Suddenly, D appears! One minute I was lying on my bed, talking on the phone with The Siv, and the next minute I hear D's voice on the other end of my door. I thought I was hallucinating to be honest, (like I missed her so much, that I was suddenly hearing her voice even when she wasn't around), except it sounded too life-like even for my over active imagination and I got up and opened my door a crack and realised in absolute glee that it really was her! We spent the afternoon sitting on my bed, eating the dessert she brought me (it was an aero concoction which was simply divine!), and discussing the many things our weekly emails just don't do justice to. It reminded me of the days back in school, where we would spend so much of time together that anyone would think we'd make each other sick - except we never did. We took it for granted back then, and now we treasure these times together. "It's you, it's you, you make me sing, you're my every word, my every line, you're my every thing..." - Yup, I still have the letter you wrote to me for my 16th; I keep it in my purse, and it's all dog eared and read so many times that the page looks all worn out and has crinkles over its crinkles.
My dad's gone off on a "boys weekend", though to be honest, I think these grown-ass men have lost the right to call themselves "boys", oh, I don't know, around 20years ago? They sent me pictures, showing me what a good time they're having. I'm glad - my dad works hard and doesn't play hard enough, he needs a break...though I miss him right now.
Anyway! Adios World! I'm out for the night - going to do something constructive, like watch Suits!
P.s "Monkeying around," will forever hold new meaning to me.
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