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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background info:
my grown up mixed race son has inherited his mothers warped sense of humour and therefore had decided to go to a halloween party as a slave complete with a very realistic fake ball and chain
i had ordered a new sofa, which i had arranged for a courier through u-ship to collect for me once it was ready
the night before the day it was arriving son decided to crash on sofa in backroom/kitchen as he had been out until early hours, but knew that when it arrived (expected at 9.30) he was going to have to help carry it into house
8am - knock on door - i answer half asleep and expecting postman but it is (very early and very black) courier, i mutter that i need a coffee (he'd driven from london so im guessin he does too) and he follows me through to kitchen....first thing he notices - sons drumkit "who plays the drums?"...second thing he notices - slave ball and chain which son has left hung on hi-hat - at which point son emerges from under throw on sofa stands up n says "mine.....
(, Sat 11 Dec 2010, 3:55, Reply)
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