Tonight I tried to microwave my supper. In the fridge.
I even pushed non-existent buttons on the front of the fridge.
And then, when that didn't work, pushed the buttons on the microwave and set it merrily microwaving away... but empty. With my supper... still in the fridge.
4 comments:
Ahh, valium eh? ;)
so walter finds it inquisitive eh, i think its hysterical.
have you had any leave recently, cos i think it might be time to use it.
Dear Lovely Walter
I read your form letter and found it inquistive too.
Comments are always lovely, though.
However, your blog doesn't appear to exist, and is about Penny Share Dealing (known in our household as "why my mum took that second cleaning job").
But perhaps it's about bum filth and naughty touching. I can but hope.
One morning I awoke to find a carton of orange juice in the middle of the coffee table. I couldn't imagine why I'd left it there.
It wasn't until some hours later that I discovered the ashtray in the fridge.
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