I don’t have a bicycle. K does. So he thinks it’s funny that on rare occasions where we go rent bicycles and just ride around with aimless glee, I bring my helmet, elbow and knee pads. And I wear them like a serious biker. But all K sees is a little kid trying hard not to get hurt. He thinks I look extremely geeky. So he thought he would go and have himself a little laugh (at my expense):
K ate mussels. Just 2. Unfortunately, he also ate the black thing that holds the mussels to the shell, and now his ass is on fire.
In order for him to recover, he needs to drink water to replenish all that he has lost while sitting on his porcelain throne. He says he can’t make it to the kitchen. I try persuading him. This is his response:
LOL. This is the man for me.
It’s been a while. Kinda like a roller coaster ride, but a boring one. Nothing crazy happened with work piling up, but then today, a little miracle appeared.
I had a Halloween bazaar today that I went to, and impulsively bought a pair of roller blades. I texted K, and I laid it all on him. And in his excitement(?) this was what he said:
K grabbed my back today… and then proceeded to pinch my back fats. In retaliation, I pinched his, although I know for a fact I had more fats on my back than he does on his entire body. So, in his effort to be endearing, I sincerely shake my head:
K: Hahaha, it’s your back boobs! Your back has boobs! You always wanted to supersize your boobs to a double D right? Now you have it on your back!
He said that with way too much glee.