I'm back at work! Hoorah! And amazingly am still thrilled to be here. I am slightly missing my new friends Holly and Phil but c'est la vie!
Anyway, last night, exhausted from work, I settled down to watch the repeat of last week's Friday episode of American Idol (which will be known as Merry Idol forth hence) - I had had to miss it on Friday due to watching the Welsh Six Nations game in which they were between by the French. The c***s.
I love Merry Idol, I have blogged about this in the past, it is for want of a better word, AWESOME.
Am I to believe that this hippo and duck are together? How would that even work? Logistically I mean. Could the more imaginative among you enlighten me please?
Now, while Merry Idol is indeed my favourite, it is not Steve’s. He hates it with a fiery passion.
Do I care? No.
Why? Because a fortnight ago I jumped forty feet from a burning building so frankly he should just be grateful I’m here. (Yes, I am still using that excuse and plan to for the foreseeable future).
Anyhoo, last night I am enjoying my Merry, super happy as I know when it finishes that 1) I will get my Glee fix and 2) the Chinese takeaway will arrive. I sing along with Ashley Rodriguez’s version of Leona Lewis’ ‘Happy’.
Me: (singing) ‘And I just wanna be HaPPPPPPPYYYY!’
I stop, look at my beloved and think about all the beautiful love songs there are in the world.
Me: What would you say if I said I was going to sing to you in front of everyone on our wedding day.
Steve: (without even pausing) Don’t.
I laugh out loud.
Steve: I’m serious.
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