greenfairy

Hello my lovelies. Didn't get much sleeplast night because I was paranoid that our bloody tree was going to come flying through the window. It's like gale force winds out there, it's scary (but very cool). I've been running round like a blue arsed fly today in work (I know who works on a saturday), so I'm having some relaxing time now on SG.
I'm also going to kill all trees: Tim picks me up from work saying I've a small crack in my windscreen. Why? I reply obviously thinking he's done something stupid. I hit a tree that had fallen across the road. Oh is that all I said (sarcasm going over his head). Then when we get out there to the car half the fucking windscreen is in pieces, and panicked and started rambling about oh god you could have been killed, that's not a smallk fucking crack you dozy twat and other such terms of endearment. So I don't like trees becasue they try and kill my darling fiancee.
Oh well sunday tommorrow, much sleep and sex yayyyyyy.