After the cricket this morning, my brother decided that the news of the horrific shootings in Virginia made morning radio too depressing. He put on the Robbie Williams Live at Knebworth CD, and decided to dance around the house for 20 minutes. Guess who wasted so much time laughing she was nearly late for work?
I got dressed this morning in an orange top that I bought a couple of years ago, but don't think I've ever worn because I wasn't sure about it. I still wasn't sure, and asked my brother what he thought. His answer "just because I have to wear clothes to work that are sexually attractive to bees, doesn't mean you have to".** I changed.
Coffee made for me every morning. What else needs to be said?
**It isn't a fashion choice for him. He needs to wear bright yellow for safety.
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2 comments:
He sounds like a lovely brother :)
Oh, I wish that I had someone in my house who was like that! You're lucky to have your brother there.
And the clothes/bees comment... hysterical! He's a gem.
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