Achtung baby!

Lieb­schen, dein ist mein ganzes Herz, Wo du nicht bist, kann ich nicht sein!

Why is it I keep think­ing of try­ing to get my one true love out of her rut as if I didn’t have enough on my plate already? Something’s amiss. Amiss, amiss, amiss.

But never mind, another round with Scrab­ble Girl please, and hold the anchovies. But before that, I had a week­end of work and sound drink­ing. Not to the point of drunk­e­ness, but suf­fi­cient to be high on the happy side for a bit. Enough to make you want to grab the girl next to you and give her a, um… warm embrace. We wuz skint, the one true love and I, so it was a good thing LMD came along, took pity on us kids and bought us both a round of tequila shots while we propped our­selves up against the wheelie bin.

I have a lot on my plate this week. But something’s amiss.

As Richie Benaud/12th Man would say, “Pretty piss-poor effort, that.”