Since my mother has been a little busy of late, we've taken to talking to each other through notes on the refrigerator stuck with magnets. Now, I have an obsession with my hair-dryer, and this happens to be a MAJOR bone of contention between us both.
This one weekend Sahana's Mother decided to take matters into her own hands by hiding my most wonderful hair-dryer, and pretending she didn't know anything about it. Two days later, I found it where she hides the rest of the stuff she takes away from me and says she knows nothing about. (Note to self: Never buy any more Mars Bars.)
Anyway, being the polite note-talking soul that I am, I sent her the following missive, stuck on the fridge under the Luck of the Irish Magnet.
And I was even polite, and said I'd do quite a bit for it. As you can see.
And this is the ransom note I get back, under the Glow in the Dark Magnet that always creeps me out.
I better get to researching indigenous methods of making my hair pretty, then.
I am also going to cancel out the note-system. Afraid-of-Confrontation, its making me.
EVERYONE IS MISSING THE POINT HERE.
I love my hairdryer. And its not because my hair looks awful when wet.
You'll like the 46 and 2 post. Its not funny. =]
P.S-Blogger just asked me for a wrod verification. Does it not KNOW I'm a dedicated blogger? Does it NOT know I'm biogically incapable of hacking? Does it NOT KNOW I am not a computerised program? Damn you blogger, damn you all the way to the " 'th eternal bonfire"
But everyone sides with the matriarch. *stomps off huffily*
@Safdar: Snork, you're kidding me, right? Those pics were taken with an inept laptop camera in a dark room. Fine, since you liked it... maybe its the subject of the pictures, yes?