Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Babe, I'm on fire.

I dreamt that after knitting Darren's blanket in full, raising it up above my head with weakened arms, it was handed over to him only to resemble little more than a crop top.

I declared myself saddened at having misjudged his height and he said "Oh, it covers my nipples and that's all I need."

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