Scenes from the lair
Mar. 28th, 2010 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highlyeccentricSjazz: So what did you get up to today, kayloulee ?
K: Well, I did some reading; and I washed the kitchen floor and I did a load of laundry and I cleaned the bathroom!
Sjazz: Uh, wow! And how was your trip home, highly?
Me: Uh, good? My phone was refusing to receive text messages all day, though. And then when I got to Sydney I got this onslaught of text messages from Lucy telling me all about the disturbing dreams she had involving me. And a couple from K about what time I was getting home, and telling me that Sjazz is asleep so I should be quiet when I come in the door.
Sjazz, looking overcome: You did that? *gets up, goes around the table, clings to K* I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. You are an angel. WE ARE LIVING WITH AN ANGEL.
K: Well, you looked so tired when you got home. You looked like all you wanted to do, ever, was sleep.
Sjazz: I was. When I got in, I had to come into the kitchen with the milk I bought, and I was so tired, and I had to soak my shirt because I spilt bolognaise on it, and Kayloulee soaked it for me. She's so lovely!
Me: And bored.
K: I was bored, and you were really tired.
Sjazz: She's so lovely!
Me: we should keep her as our personal bored housewife!
K: Fuck off, I'm not your slave.
Sjazz: But you could be!
K, to me: You own a copy of the female eunuch. I shall read it and become emancipated!
Sjazz: Quick, hide the feminist literature!
K: Fine. I have... no, nevermind.
Me: Are you going to hide your feminist literature from us because we're oppressing you?
K, sulkily: I have the internet.
kayloulee ?K: Well, I did some reading; and I washed the kitchen floor and I did a load of laundry and I cleaned the bathroom!
Sjazz: Uh, wow! And how was your trip home, highly?
Me: Uh, good? My phone was refusing to receive text messages all day, though. And then when I got to Sydney I got this onslaught of text messages from Lucy telling me all about the disturbing dreams she had involving me. And a couple from K about what time I was getting home, and telling me that Sjazz is asleep so I should be quiet when I come in the door.
Sjazz, looking overcome: You did that? *gets up, goes around the table, clings to K* I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. You are an angel. WE ARE LIVING WITH AN ANGEL.
K: Well, you looked so tired when you got home. You looked like all you wanted to do, ever, was sleep.
Sjazz: I was. When I got in, I had to come into the kitchen with the milk I bought, and I was so tired, and I had to soak my shirt because I spilt bolognaise on it, and Kayloulee soaked it for me. She's so lovely!
Me: And bored.
K: I was bored, and you were really tired.
Sjazz: She's so lovely!
Me: we should keep her as our personal bored housewife!
K: Fuck off, I'm not your slave.
Sjazz: But you could be!
K, to me: You own a copy of the female eunuch. I shall read it and become emancipated!
Sjazz: Quick, hide the feminist literature!
K: Fine. I have... no, nevermind.
Me: Are you going to hide your feminist literature from us because we're oppressing you?
K, sulkily: I have the internet.