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Revenge February 22, 2007

Posted by Jen in : Journal , 9 comments

Behold the sounds of the night in the germ ridden paradise that is my home:

Cough cough cough

Eeeeuggghhhh

Cough cough cough

Eeeeuggghhhh

Cough cough cough cough

Eeeeuggghhhh

Do feel free to imagine this repeated approximately every four seconds. All night. Sigh. Number 1 son is overly dramatic even in his sleep. Not sure where he gets it from. Beast. The groaning can best be described as the sound of a persistent ghost, determined to scare the knickers off you before morning. Waaaaiill.  The sound one would hear on a battlefield in the final dying moments of one who had sacrificed himself gallantly. The sound of one teenager who has a bloomin cold. Sigh.

I am exacting my revenge. While we watch The Empire Strikes Back. Again. My revenge is as follows:

Beasts: Blah de blah de blah R2D2.

Vengeful Me: R2D2? Is that the one that looks like a bin or the golden gay android?

Beasts: No, Mitzy. Blah de blah de blah C3PO.

Mean, Mean Me: C3PO? Is that the one that looks like a bin or the golden gay android?

Trust me, it’s really annoying them. It may seem quite a tame method of revenge. But believe me when I proclaim:

When they are better I will make them suffer properly. Oh yes. Mwah ha ha ha. (To be read in the style of Ming the Merciless, if you please.)

Nurse Jenny to the rescue or what.
*Takes a slug of the VodkaCalpol concoction*

Save me, somebody, please.