Well, you know… sometimes. If I just happen to be sitting by the lake with my ladyfriend when the sun decides to glare off of my camera like a monochromatic, upside down rainbow. Also, I feel like I should work the word ‘dappled’ into this somehow. Hipsters love the word ‘dappled’.
She’s the kind of person who’ll put on a Facebook video about some people telling the ‘heartfelt’ story of how they rehabilitated a crippled dog, but she doesn’t have the heart not to laugh the whole way through. Here’s a recap of the last two minutes. ‘If that came near me, I’d tread on it.’ […]
We did some photo-shoots recently as a favour to a friend who runs a photography studio and needed someone for a class to take pictures of. We begged for it not to be too lame and ‘Now stare into each others eyes…‘-ish, but luckily it wasn’t too bad. So, without much further delay (notice that I’m stalling because I feel stupid), I present some not-at-all embarrassing pictures of Becky and I looking serious.
Becky has been faffing around quietly in the living room for a couple of hours while I’ve been lying in bed, feeling sorry for myself and being a bit poorly. After a while I sort of forgot that she was here and stopped to listen outside the door. There wasn’t a sound. As I lay […]
Becky: There’s no way way I’m going to work tomorrow.
Becky: The ghost boy is rat-a-tat-tatting on the door! Why is he going to open the door? Now you’ve invited it in! That’s the rule of vampires! If my cat ever knocks on the door, I’ll kill it.
Becky: Can the ghost touch him? If a ghost touched me, I’d be sick.