Thursday, August 17, 2006


Ugh, I think I'm going mad.

Or more mad. Or whatever it is.

Tonight when I was making dinner, I caught myself calling for Derek to come to the kitchen because I had some left-over stuff I wanted to give him (always used to give him the left-overs...). And then crying lots because there's obviously no more Derek. What am I going to do with left-overs!? :-/

Arrghhh!

5 comments:

Kaisa said...

In answer to your leftovers delema. Get a teenage boy. they are walking talking garbage bins; they will almost anything and if you pic the right one he will out live you. If you have issues with the walking talking part; keep him under the house and remove his tongue.

Della said...

That could, quite possibly, work...

Kaisa said...

I know I am quite possibly thinking of getting one for myself when I get a place of my own... as long as Legoals doesn't see him as competition.

Brandon said...

How sad :( I'd offer to come eat left-overs, but they might spoil. Lo siento, amiga...

Della said...

*lol* Well, could freeze them and post them to you somehow maybe packed in dry ice... No? Mightn't be the best idea somehow! ;) But thanks :)