Sunday, 23 September 2007

On being boys

"Shit!" I barked after being woken by Dom breaking wind on my arm.

"Shit!" He repeated with glee.

"Bollocks, Dom that's a naughty word. We shouldn't have said that."

"Bolloxs!"

It could have gone on for a while.

We were supposed to be back from the tip having emptied the garage of its detritus and busy preparing tea for the women. They've been out at a kids party all afternoon.

I figured we could get some boy stuff done before our chores, so I hoovered out the car whilst Dom pretended to be a racing driver. We then watched the rugby for a bit. I obliged when Dom asked for some boyporn on the telly and settled us down with kettle chips and milk.

Twenty minutes ago we woke up.

Shit.

3 comments:

metalkpretty said...

oh my goodness, what a perfect afternoon :)

ps
an old weirdo internet stalker type person is back on the prowl again so I locked down the journal for a bit.

jamon said...

Yeah - twas a proper Sunday afternoon.

A stalker eh? Nasty - hope it gets bored and wanders off soon.

the queen said...

My favorite part of my fortieth birthday was realizing Thunderbirds was on, after midnight, and I could watch it anyway. I approve of the boy porn.