Friday, January 18, 2008

Love is...

So the other day I got home and Gringowlindow, the man, was all happy on the couch.
“Look”, he said. “I opened the sides of my sweatpants so they won’t be tapered anymore”.

Needless to say I almost cried with joy. To find out after almost six years of my blabbing that he actually has been listening!

Of course he ruined the pants as they will probably dissolve in the washing machine. But I don’t mind. “Baby I cut up my pants so they won’t be tapered anymore” must be the best thing a gal like me can hear after “I love you” and “Do you want to come on a £1000 shopping spree?”

3 comments:

dede & dani said...

nao entendemos o q vc quis dizer com "tapered". exprica?

Guerreira said...

Hello girlies! "Tapered" é afunilado. Sabe aquelas calças horríveis de homem que afunilam no tornozelo. Pois então!

dede said...

viu dani, era isso q eu tava pesnando! aquelas calcas de moletom q tem elastico na barra! eu ja cortei a barra de varias calcas pra ficar menos ruim....