D killed his computer mouse! So he wept, and wept for days on end, and then decided to ask for my mouse (MY MOUSE!!!!) because I don’t need it, no, I really love the feeling of the touchpad against the skin of my index finger. [In case you haven’t noticed that was me being sarcastic!]
So when D formulates this abominable request, I say "I thought you didn’t like my mouse, that your mouse was soooo much better!" which of course annoys him a bit so his reply follows "Yeah, well, I’m going to buy a new mouse and my new mouse is going to kick your mouse ass!"
YOUR MOUSE ASS!!!
And of course I can only take so much before my pride is offended so I yell "I don’t have a mouse ass!", knowing of course that he actually meant YOUR MOUSE‘S ASS.
This S was what it took though and I made fun of him the entire weekend. And now to make it even worse I’m telling the Internet about it.
As usual, I’m including some photos to add a bit of color to the post.
These were taken in Parang mountains in Romania, last spring by D’s dad. I guess the photographic talent runs in the family.
[This is my way of making up for making fun of you, honey ;)]