Someone stole my noodle. Okay, they 'borrowed' it. But they 'borrowed' it without asking. All day. Teenagers. Okay, they're not looting the local boulangerie, but there's still something about them that irritates me.
The Man says, 'How can you get annoyed about a bit of foam?' And I remind him how pissed off he was last week when his daughter ate his Galaxy chocolate.
So:
appreciation of childless state reinforced
one grumpy 16 year old
lovely noodle session late yesterday afternoon
3 comments:
I ate noodles last night for dinner. Not foam ones.
glad you got in the late afternoon session...
Who knew you needed an armed guard for a noodle? Hey, at least they brought it back. :-)
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