K calls me up to say that she saw her Dad wearing a short, frilly night gown.
Mom calls to say the kabootar* went over to her place with a pile of dirty clothes.
My Dad rushes out to tell me my sister-in-law is pregnant.
Then K calls again to say that my ex and his wife want to be friends with her.
Everyone wants me to marry a 65-year-old Catholic priest called Father Andrew but I want to marry this really young guy, who is 10 or 15 years younger than me.
I'm watching Rohit Varma** make out with a woman in public.
Phew! Aren't morning alarms a marvelous invention?
*Pigeon.
**Openly gay fashion designer
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14 comments:
yayyyyyyy ....ure back :-)
missed u
-Nida
Have you been eating cheese at bed-tine again?
Woken from your slumber...
Good to see you back.
@Nida - Yes I'm back, thanks to a certain someone who's been nudging me with all those emails ;-) You're sweet, thanks!
@Pat - Maybe if I had a bed-time then I would have eaten some cheese, or anything for that matter! Been so busy and I guess the lack of sleep brought on those weird dreams.
@Himanshu - Thanks. But the slumber only applies to the blog... I've hardly slept these past couple of weeks!
Wow! Totally sureal. Father Andrew eh? Hahaha your subconcious is telling you something CC!!! Oh maybe he'll be saying the Mass when you marry Junior!!! Cheers! Hope you're feeling all Christmassy. L
Wonderful U're back... now let me read u
The last time I saw one, I was running from lions n elephants into a car to be faced with a ghost n the there was some music:)))
You are back. And you are Woody Allen.
@L - Yeah right! Catch me getting married again, and getting married again in church! They're not wrong when they call it a "once in a lifetime experience" ;-)
@PNA - What music was it?
@Knife - No, if I was Woody Allen I'd want to marry a one-year-old. His wife is 35 years younger!
hmmm confession time and you aren't even on Oprah :)
@Knife - Aah.. who cares? I turn 36 on Jan 23rd. I want lots of presents!
that's netaji's birthday...we used to get a holiday in calcutta
Mi friend come back! How are you doing?
I say marry the younger guy!
@Sheer - Naah, I prefer older men... but NO 65-year-old Catholic priests either :-)
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