man, i was not made to be alone. luuk's been gone since sunday on another of his training things for three weeks (the last one!), and i am home with only lucy to keep me company, and well, she's not exactly the most companionable... entertaining, at least, climbing up empty wine bottles and knocking them over to drink whatever spills out, climbing up my pant leg when i'm cooking cause she knows there's something yummy going on above the edge of the counter and then getting stuck at about the knees and then just sitting there clinging for dear life til i help her down, ripping the corners of our carpet (which normally would piss me off but we are moving so now i don't care), trying to jump up to the third shelf where she has never been and is absolutely convinced it must be interesting cause she does this all the time but then only manages to slam into the edge with her face and fall to the ground (she really does this)...
anyway...
so, back to me. i'm bored out of my mind. especially at night when luuk is usually around and we watch 'family guy' or play 'settlers' against each other. or do other things...
not so fun on your own.
the two worst things to do on your own: laughing and farting.
watching a funny movie or tv show is just no good on your own. something hilarious happens and i start pointing and waiting for a reaction, then realize no one's there so i just laugh on my own but my laugh sounds so weird unaccompanied so then i just smile and well, that's just not as satisfying as a good wholehearted laugh. and later when i make an offhanded joke or reference to something funny that happened in that tv show, no one knows what i'm talking about so i end up explaining it and then just feel like a total loser for spending so much time watching tv on my own.
and farting...ugh. especially loud ones. when luuk is there we just laugh about it or run away together, but when alone i can't laugh cause it sounds weird unaccompanied, and running away seems silly, so i just sit there in my smell, looking around for the candid camera, hoping the neighbors can't hear through the walls, then kinda hoping they could and wishing they'd offer a loud bellow in response.
so this is why God made two of us. its not good for a man or woman to be alone. after a while, you start going a little nuts.
it hasn't even been a week. lets talk again in two, see how i'm doing...
8 years ago
4 comments:
i bet in two weeks you won't be able to talk any more but you'll have tons of inside jolks with lucy
Remember when Shilah would lick the air after someone farted?
Maybe I'll go keep you company.
hahaha!
(Shilah was our dog, for all you others out there...)
oh i KNOW. farting alone is the worst. atleast when someone else is there you can laugh so it feels like you've done something funny and entertaining, but when you do it alone, you just feel like a big loser. keep your head up!
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