Life at home

Ummmm.... I was young and it showed a window into adult life I was unfamiliar with....?

please

I was young! And, I liked light, stoopid comedy.

I had you pegged more for Monty Python type humor. Something with a little substance.

But... who am I to judge?

I adore monty python style humor (when I can parse their accents). I guess I just like humor. Any of it.

Just making conversation, I'm sure. (Is it such a weird thing to ask about?)

I dunno, nimh.... (did you know your username also stands for National Institute of Mental Health?)

Phew! He's gone!

I had some break through tonight. He's lived here for morth than a month and a half and just asked where the cleaning rags are. He just got a shipment from Oz and wanted to wipe down everything before placing it in his room. So, now he knows where they are. He later asked about what we use to clean the floors <great!>. I showed hima variety of cleaning stuff and suggested that when he cleans the bathroom, the stuff he'll use is in that room under the sink. He volunteered to clean it this weekend <woohoo!>. He looked around in there and said, so, just the sink area <doh!>? Um, maybe the whole thing, no? It's not just about the aesthetic cleaniless, right? Uh, yeah. So, he'll clean the whole thing (minus the tub, I'll do that next time). Not holding my breath.

I loved "Three's Company" too. That was a great show!
Yes, Janet (typo) was her name.


gustav has no clue (as usual)

I totally see the humor in the situation. In fact, i keep telling everybody about our digeridoo situation and cracking up while I do. It's gonna be painful, but oh, the sweet memories... We decided to stock up on gin and drink the night away... No way am I going to partake in that competition, but I will readily drink myself numb for the sake of the household. I was thinking of a way out, but I don't see any short of being rude. It' hard to refuse an invitation to a dinner party you don't have to cook for, is at your own house, and you are free that evening... what are we to do..
But I'm not trading spit with him through that wretched pipe. If I have to trade spit with anyone, I have much more preferred ways with much more preferred people.

Just a word of advice on the didge. Women should not touch a didgerido. This instrument is for men only. Women who touch a didge will get pregnant.

Men who allow women to touch a didge will lose their virility.

This is the belief of many many aboriginal people. I guess it may make a difference if the didge is not the genuine artical, many tourist shops sell "made in china" didgeridoo.

I have to say I love didge music. When well played it is soothing and relaxing. I have a cd that I put on sometimes when i have trouble sleeping. I wish there was some way i could upload it for you all to try.

The didgeridoo contest evening is kinda totally weird/hilarious - I mean - lol - he's probably just, you know, proposing fun things and all - but he's soo far removed from you two - and i mean - a didgeridoo contest evening?

(Is he much younger than you two? He sounds like, you know, a fun 24 year old guy - which is not so fun if you're 33 yourself..)

Mind you, I heard it said that a man who can play the didgeridoo well will also be very good at oral sex... same technique or something.. :wink:

Little K, yes I know..

eeeewwwwwwww

Ack!

And, of course, he just unpacked his boomerang. And just sort of walked by me (he was carrying around trying to walk by me). Oh, you have a boomerang there. Yes! Can you use it? No. It has emus on it.

Heeven?

her cousins.

I'm going to kill him. He brought FROM AUSTRALIA ice cube trays, tupperware, glass jars,a slide projector (egads!) ....... And his <her voice starts to growl> silverware. He just replaced all of our silverware with his. After trying to get me to agree that this was a good idea for 15 minutes. He's rearranging the kitchen and asking whether each item is one we should or should not keep. (sauce pan? citrus sqeezer? measuring cups?). I'm trying to start a paper and make a power point presentation. May be time to move to my bedroom.....

OK, enough of this liberality, which I understand.

Chase the f/cker out of your house..

Heh! I simply can't. I just want to bitch. Where's Dasha?