So Boo woke up on the morning of camp and was all “I am too sick to go to camp” an after a lot of ‘Boo Speak’ I finally managed to work out that he was just plain nervous but by then it was too fucking late and he had already made up his damn mind and no amount of explaining to him that it would be exactly the same as last time would make a dot of difference so there was no point in trying (and the WHOLE POINT of the damn overnight camp was for him to have fun) so I was all ‘ok then’ and he wandered around the house singing with relief while I holed up in my room and had a bit of a cry at all the missed opportunities of fondling all the good shit at Pottery Barn and Peter Alexander and stuffing my face at Taco Bill.
When I finally emerged from my room, all puffy eyed and exhausted, I was greeted by a distinctly not sick man mountain who put his hand on my shoulder and said ‘oh well’ before he skipped down the hallway to go back to bed.
Bastard child. I am going to make extra dishes this week just so he has to empty the dishwasher more.
As MPS already had time off so we could
get our freak on do something while Boo was away, we decided to take this opportunity to set up my rather awesome impulse purchase of a blow up hot tub that I purchased one night when I was feeling rather sad and sorry for myself while Karl was being a complete arsehole. I figured if I can’t eat anything, I am saving money so I fucking DESERVE to buy blow up hot tubs on the internet.
And I tell you my friends, that thing is fucking awesome.
I am pretty sure that MPS will marry it once that slippery slope happens after the gays are allowed to get married. And I am positive she will be the favourite wife of both of us.
We are buying her presents like filters and conditioning tablets and a fancy arsed fucking pergola and MPS has spent the entire weekend either preparing shit for her, buying stuff for her or lazing around in her. He even SHOWERS before he gets in her.
Yeah. I have read shit about this. Apparently I should be worried.
I am going to go and buy her a disco ball and some fairy lights tomorrow. Bitch is going to sparkle.
I have to do something to make up for the extreme disappointment of not being able to do whatever it was that we were going to do that we actually hadn’t really decided on when Boo was going to camp.
I shall spam you with photos from my hot tub.
Until it springs a leak.