Thursday, August 04, 2005

maybe domestication is bliss

Like a prayer answered by Hell's Angels, I have been released from the metaphorical imprisonment of unneccessary dress codes necessary for work. The bloody irony. The company finally managed to hire a permanent staff, so the moment the fella came in, they reinstated me to my former glory of a slacker.

Well, the skies have not been kind, seeing how it has been raining cows and chickens for the past two days. This poor little wifey can't do shit except to stay and home and be domesticated. After much deliberation, she dusted the cobwebs off her Tai-Tai skills, and decided to hone them further...


Fresh clean clothes fit for a hubby!


Relaxation for wifey: MTV and Pepperoni Pizza. Ahhhhh........


Usually a good wife would not be so extravagant as to spend $15.65 to get agitated by the STUPID Pizza Hut staff when making her orders and then proceed to wait a painfully long 90 minutes for her dough frisbee to arrive, but then, Hubs said so. So I order lor. =p