It's Not What It Looks Like!Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
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chthonic, Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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Blow Ho HoTo set the scene; last year me and the fiancee (fiance...? i forget...) were putting up the Christmas tree in the living room. There were little boxes all over the floor that the baubles had came in and she was tidying them up.
So I'm standing with hands on hips, appraising our homage to Santa when the in-laws-to-be's car pulls up unbeknownst to me. She utters something to me so I look down at her, rifling through the assorted carpet flotsam. At this point I hear the door shutting outside and so give a little wave to her parents and sister walking up the path.
The GF kneels up and looks and her mother turns a fair shade of beetroot, her sister is giggling like a loon and her dad is looking bemused.
I assume there has been some joke made in the car and only mention this after they've seen the lights turned on, had a cuppa and buggered off home again.
Now it was her turn to go beetroot at the thought of her mam thinking she was piping me off in the sitting room, whilst I merrily waved to passers by.....
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...fiancee (fiance...? i forget...)
You can't remember the sex of the person to whom you were engaged?
*reads on*
Oh. You mean fiancée.
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 13:50,
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i meani can never remember which is which...
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I guessed that.But I deliberately misinterpreted you for comic effect.
*tumbleweeds*
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 15:06,
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chortleoh NOW i get it... :-D
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