My lovely cousin MW has relentlessly been begging me to post this...I have nothing further to say.
11:27pm.
Elemis and MW lay on the fancy electric flip up couches (more blatant definition: The awkward leather fart-noise couches) under a pile of unfairly divided fuzzy blankets.
MW practices her TKD techniques on Elemis under the concealment of the covers.
MW strikes the idea of writing a blog post. What was written within the few minutes following...Was removed from this post in order that I might still have readers after this.
11:27pm.
Elemis and MW lay on the fancy electric flip up couches (more blatant definition: The awkward leather fart-noise couches) under a pile of unfairly divided fuzzy blankets.
MW practices her TKD techniques on Elemis under the concealment of the covers.
MW strikes the idea of writing a blog post. What was written within the few minutes following...Was removed from this post in order that I might still have readers after this.
11:78am
Elemis and Cousin MW are squeezed on the single king sized chair (more blatant definition: The chair intended for one over sized bottom).
They sit there like two gummy bears squeezed into a bottle cap.
My older cousin CB returns home from a mouth operation. He swaggers about the kitchen with a mouth full of bloodied gauze, muffling in his boisterous voice, "Man, that giggle gas stuff is the bomb!"
4:28pm
MW and I have decided to spray paint shirts...And MW's socks...
The kitchen air is infected with the gas, and the table is splattered in a sad, but colorful condition.
CB is cooking something he's not aloud to eat.
MW picks up blogging again, finally bringing somewhat of a purpose to this post.
MW:
"I think we have some very special news to share with the world. ELEMIS IS ENGAGED!!!!!! CONGRATULATIONS ELEMIS!!!!! I found this guy for Elemis because hes knows how to dance and not just in a room by himself but in front of a crowd. When going out to dance or just beginning the day, he spends no more and no less then 5 minutes on his hair. He knows how to deal with people that are crazy about cats, Chick-Fil-A, and their jams. Not only does this guy like to dance but he works at Chick-Fil-A. I mean after all this guy meets the requirements of Elemis's application of employment. Also, I think he will help Elemis not be so selfish. He is also from Iceland."
Elemis:
"Hmm..........Well..............
First off and most importantly to note, HE'S ADORABLE!!!!! I LOVE HIS HAT! Tell him that if this relationship is to continue, he needs to wear the hat. Every day.
Unless you prove to me that he has really nice hair.
Second, what's his last name??
He works at Chick-fill-a then, eh? That's always a plus. That also means that this guy is home schooled. Which I was hoping not to have to marry a home schooler, for sake for feeling overly sheltered.
By your description, your saying that he can deal with people like me, and make me not so selfish, kinda makes me think he'll hate me (not like anyone wouldn't) But I'm not a fan of one sided relationships.
Although apparently we're engaged already...Hm...Well, I'm not TOTALLY against arranged marriages, but I was trying to avoid it if at all possible...Guess I don't have much of a choice, eh?
His living in Iceland originally sounded cool. Then I remembered I was born there. We very well might be long lost twins. That could make kind of an awkward marriage...
His living there would also make for make for a really really long dating and marriage commute...
Wow-wow-wait, there's a Chick-fill-a in Iceland?
...Forget everything I just said. I'm moving to Iceland.
Elemis and Cousin MW are squeezed on the single king sized chair (more blatant definition: The chair intended for one over sized bottom).
They sit there like two gummy bears squeezed into a bottle cap.
My older cousin CB returns home from a mouth operation. He swaggers about the kitchen with a mouth full of bloodied gauze, muffling in his boisterous voice, "Man, that giggle gas stuff is the bomb!"
4:28pm
MW and I have decided to spray paint shirts...And MW's socks...
The kitchen air is infected with the gas, and the table is splattered in a sad, but colorful condition.
CB is cooking something he's not aloud to eat.
MW picks up blogging again, finally bringing somewhat of a purpose to this post.
MW:
"I think we have some very special news to share with the world. ELEMIS IS ENGAGED!!!!!! CONGRATULATIONS ELEMIS!!!!! I found this guy for Elemis because hes knows how to dance and not just in a room by himself but in front of a crowd. When going out to dance or just beginning the day, he spends no more and no less then 5 minutes on his hair. He knows how to deal with people that are crazy about cats, Chick-Fil-A, and their jams. Not only does this guy like to dance but he works at Chick-Fil-A. I mean after all this guy meets the requirements of Elemis's application of employment. Also, I think he will help Elemis not be so selfish. He is also from Iceland."
đź’–Elemis's Fianceđź’–
Elemis:
"Hmm..........Well..............
First off and most importantly to note, HE'S ADORABLE!!!!! I LOVE HIS HAT! Tell him that if this relationship is to continue, he needs to wear the hat. Every day.
Unless you prove to me that he has really nice hair.
Second, what's his last name??
He works at Chick-fill-a then, eh? That's always a plus. That also means that this guy is home schooled. Which I was hoping not to have to marry a home schooler, for sake for feeling overly sheltered.
By your description, your saying that he can deal with people like me, and make me not so selfish, kinda makes me think he'll hate me (not like anyone wouldn't) But I'm not a fan of one sided relationships.
Although apparently we're engaged already...Hm...Well, I'm not TOTALLY against arranged marriages, but I was trying to avoid it if at all possible...Guess I don't have much of a choice, eh?
His living in Iceland originally sounded cool. Then I remembered I was born there. We very well might be long lost twins. That could make kind of an awkward marriage...
His living there would also make for make for a really really long dating and marriage commute...
Wow-wow-wait, there's a Chick-fill-a in Iceland?
...Forget everything I just said. I'm moving to Iceland.
Laughing* gas. And yes, it felt wonderful.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the engagement Elemis! I am sad you are moving to Iceland. I guess I'll just have to hide in your suitcase and go with you.
ReplyDeleteP.s. I love his hat. I approve, you can marry him.
-Squimp
Awwww, same difference. Yes. We could tell. We have solid blackmail material.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you! I think. That's fine, I have plenty of room in my bags for anyone who wants to tag along. Yes. His hat is the best. I'm glad you approve. I'll marry him for his hat.
Your fiance seems like a cool fellow! I must say, I'm all for the dancing and Chick-fil-a and Iceland. If he has a brother, do send him me way, eh? XD
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