It was husband’s (BooBoo) birthday on Monday. Whoop Whoop. 39 Years old now. Told him I need to trade him in for a faster model. V6 engine. He’s currently 1.5. Don’t think he appreciated that.
Actually, we’re not sure whether to celebrate (I use this verb loosely…very) on the 30th or 31st. His parents (mother) screwed up with the birth Certificate. Born on 31st. Registered as 30th. No wonder he’s a screw up. Totally confobulated. He’s
scared hesitant to go to Home Affairs to fix it. Might just come back single. Or dead. I don’t see the problem.
I wanted to do a tribute to him. On Monday. Or yesterday. The words wouldn’t come. They still won’t. Wonder why? Not that I love him *whoa, looks at sentence, winks*. I do. I think. What is love anyway?
He drives me crazy. Not necessarily in a good way. Actually more in a bad way. Knows just how to rub me up. Sometimes. Needs to brush up on skills. *winks again*. Can’t expect to drive a 16 Valve like a 1.5, now can you? Rev the engines a bit. Blaas die pype oop…..anders roes dit (translation: sometimes you need to drive the shit outta it to ensure it still performs / can pop wheelies)
He can make me go from calm to flaming in 2 seconds. Most times. Sometimes good. Sometimes bad. You get the drift.
He’s off on study leave. I don’t expect too much from him. Pick up your socks. Don’t leave empty fag boxes lying round. Put down the toilet seat. Blow your nose. Close the ‘fridge. Stay outta my way if I’m moerig. Not demanding beyond his manly means right? Wrong. Too many instructions in 5 minutes, he says. Information overload.
He’s under pressure.
Most Some of it due to me. I threatened him. If you don’t pass this time…
Now the doctor says he’s suffering from mild depression. I have no blame here. It’s the job – he’s in the motor industry. The economy’s been in crises since lst year. I only started threatening him….ok, last year. *sees you nodding your head* Exactly. Nahah…I am not to blame (really not trying to convince myself here, truth’s bob).
Coming from the gym and not having the decency to clean up after you once done with supper? You’re looking for trouble, if you ask me….jy soek vir ‘n pak slae (you want me to FYU)
Like I said – naught to 100 in 2 seconds.
Fast. Easy. Cheep. Edit: Confobulated.
Happy birthday for Monday/Tuesday, Booboo. Will post you a nice B’day message when I feel like it.