like us when you are married and living and breathing in the same space with only that one individual (with no in-laws to mediate and kids to distract) you fight, fight in complete earnest, passionately with bursting fury (but not malicious, never below the belt, never indulge in that rookie marriage mistake, you need to set boundaries, we have principles for uncivilzed behaviour too :p ), screaming, slamming doors, the usual last-time-you-said-this-but-the-first-time-that, we do it all
and then one evening amidst all this drama going on, the argument favouring me, just inches away from sweet victory
out of nowhere
he calls me an angry bird,
he calls me an angry bird,
seriously; an angry bird i mean of all the things angry bird!
such a bummer at calling names...and more importantly how am i then expected to continue fighting with a straight face!
the cheeky bugger whatsapped me this pic in next two secs!
he then pinged chotu saying "your sister is an angry bird" and that useless pest replied "haan haan woh red waali"
you own this round mate, bet the next one will be mine
you own this round mate, bet the next one will be mine
i will get even buddy, be scared, be very scared for the payback time
really, angry bird?!?
in the background my bose plays simon and garfunkel’s bridge over troubled waters, cant be just mere coincidence, right? just saying ;)
in the background my bose plays simon and garfunkel’s bridge over troubled waters, cant be just mere coincidence, right? just saying ;)
hahahahaaa
ReplyDeletepoor, poor you... :P