The Hellhole

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

I'm complaining about having to get up ridiculously early in order to be on time for a ridiculously early meeting and fussing about how, when the time comes that I should retire, I'll probably be deep into my mystery novel and unwilling to put it aside.

Alan: I'll make you go to bed at a decent time.
Helly: Make me? You're not the boss of me!
Alan: Er...sweetie? Technically, I kinda am.

Bah! Got me on a technicality.

posted by Helly at 5:45 AM

6 Comments:

  • Um, biatch? I'M the boss of you.

    Alan needs to step off.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:39 PM  

  • Oh, Heather - I love you so.

    By Blogger Helly, at 7:40 PM  

  • Uh, Alan?? - how DID you do that?
    (and live....)


    mom

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:45 AM  

  • What, did you say "obey" in the wedding? Cause I don't remember "obey."

    By Blogger Anonymous Me, at 12:19 PM  

  • No, our minister was opposed to 'obey'. He's the boss of me by virtue of the natural order of things, don'tcha know.

    By Blogger Helly, at 10:23 PM  

  • Hmmm, I didn't take Natural Order in high school - remember, I didn't do those AP classes. :-)

    By Blogger Anonymous Me, at 11:29 PM  

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