I'm in the dog house and the reason is two fold.
1) I'm ill and I wasn't at my Girlfriend's house for mother's day today.
2) I bought her an iron, an iron and some CDs...but an iron nonetheless.
Now my sensible head said that she would LOVE a new iron. I burnt the last one, she's mentioned it a few times and I thought why spend a wedge on flowers that will die in a few days, when I could buy her something useful?
She was OK with it, made out she thought it was funny, but that added to the fact I was too ill to go and make her breakfast...well yea...no doubt I'm as popular as Hitler at the moment.
It's funny how a certain tone alone can fill you with the dread I imagine you'd feel when faced with the barrel of a large shotgun held by a crazy eyed lunatic.
Our relationship often reminds me of a site I read a few years ago...thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout
So true it's frightening.
