Michael: “Luna for the last time, I’m not buying any more
Christmas lights! What the hell happened to them all?”
“I decorated in my room.”
“I was just in your room, I saw no lights.”
“They’re all in the closet, actually.”
“In the what? Luna, we have a million lights. There’s no way
you used them all.”
*smiles*
“Fuck. I’ve got to see this.”
“Oh it’s beautiful sir, you’ll like it. It’s like swimming
among the stars!”
“How the hell did you hang them all, dare I ask?”
“With nails, which reminds me I’m pretty sure you’re out of
nails.”
“Great. And where the hell was my staff, while you were
hammering away at the walls?”
“Not sure, I nailed my bedroom door shut for a little while.
Anywho, are you ready to see this? Tada!”
“…Oh dear god.”
“I know, it’s pretty cool, right?”
“Luna, I’m in shock.”
“Oh that’s nothing. Check this out, I can make them blink!”
“Holy fuck Luna, turn that shit off!”
“Aw come on, it’s Christmas!”
“Jesus Christ!”
“That’s the spirit! Look, I can make them blink even faster…”
“Turn them off now!”
“Okay fine, there.”
“That’s better but the answer is still no. I’m not buying
anymore lights.”
“What am I going to do about the tree?”
“Use your imagination.”
“Okay.”
“On second thought, don’t do that. I’ll bring home more
lights tomorrow.”
“Yay, thank-you sir!”
*grumbles*
*giggles*
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