A short conversation about my domestic Goddess status.
Mike: Is there anything you want me to do before I go? You know anything you can't reach?
Bee: Very funny! You could take a look at the hover for me.
Mike: You're the one that fixes electrical stuff! (Gets hover and looks down tube) It's not sucking? Now don't hit me for saying this but is the hover bag full?
Bee: Hover bag?
Mike: Good god woman have you ever changed it? It weighs about 2 stone!
Bee: What is that?
Mike: (Pulls thing off to empty bag in bin) *Cough cough*
Bee: Uhmmmm... Whoops.
Mike: (Looks up from the dust cloud) What did you say your IQ was again?
Mike: Hahaha! Why did you throw the other hover out again?
Bee: Wasn't sucking.
Oh dear, I didn't realise. I feel so stupid, but at least the flat is clean!
Would anyone be kind enough to point me in the direction of some good fics?
I'll love you if you do :O)
Little bit drunk on absinthe again and I stabbed myself making the jackal lantern, and I hadn't had a drink at that point!
Oh yeah still working on the moodcons...