why is it that cats never fail to know exactly when you are reading an exciting passage, and choose that exact moment to sit on your open book? why does the sun vanish and the cold wind appear when you have loads of laundry to do (sans dryer) and not a clean pair of knickers in sight?
and why, why, why does watching sappy love story movies late at night, alone, with a glass (um, bottle) of red wine seem like a good idea at the start? will i never learn???
Posted by katemikkelsen at October 17, 2003 09:18 PM | TrackBack