‘No. It’s too bushy at the bottom…Too many bald spots…Too straggly up top…Too skinny in the middle’
‘Those people are trying to poach our trees. Don’t put any more trees down. How many can you carry at once?’
‘Ugh. That’s horrible. Who would buy that?…Oh. Those people just there…’
‘How about that one over there, like on the other side of the patch?’
‘That couple over there have got really good tree-finding luck. Let’s follow them and get whatever one they decide not to buy…’
‘That first one we found really was the best wasn’t it? Do you reckon it’s gone now? Shall we go back and look for it?’
‘We’re never going to find one! I’m tired, let’s just give up now.’
‘None of these trees are as good as last year.’
‘Don’t get stroppy! We’ve nearly managed a whole tree-buying day without getting stroppy.’
^^ Every. single. year. ^^
But we found a tree, and she’s perfect! And we still love each other!
Yesterday morning, we woke up late and with a craving for pancakes. Jason decided that he wanted to be the one to make them, and since I’m never one to complain when my love is experiencing a rare urge to cook, we went downstairs to get our pancake on right away!
We made, no… *Jason* made about a zillion of them, and the only task I was allowed to perform was of blueberry-adding. They tasted spectacular, and I just can’t get over how cute Jason is in the kitchen. Sunday morning pancake-and-pyjama-parties with him are the greatest.
^^ He begged the entire time, and wasn’t allowed a single bite of pancakes. But he did have a super long walk and two apple cores later in the day to make up for it, so we think he still loves us. ^^
Oh and also, Homeland? Shall we talk about Homeland? Last night’s episode left me breathless. Jason has this uncanny knack for predicting what’s going to happen next in the plot, and if his current predictions are true, I’m going to be heartbroken. Heartbroken!
We totally nailed this weekend. Late starts. Inactivity, apart from a few happily-frosty dog walks. Fried food. Movie watching. Baking (me). Rugby watching (him).
Jase took me out on Saturday night for fried chicken and milkshakes, when I complained about being tired of cooking in a very stroppy and not at all endearing manner. Oreo milkshakes though. I just can’t get enough. We talked lots about what our families are up to at the moment since it seems there’s exciting news and revelations coming at us from all sides, and we also planned what we might get up to for my birthday next month. Right now, we’re thinking a day shopping in London, followed by a potter through the South Bank Christmas market.
I’m not really fussed about what we do though, just so long as I get to spend the day with Jase. And if he’s got some of that sexy weekend chin-scruff going on, so much the better ;)