In her usual douchy fashion, Dirty made a mess again the other night.
We came home and saw that someone cute and furry had been riffling through Danielle’s pursebag; the contents sprawled out like a poisoned kindergarten class. Amongst the deceased were such things as a Neti Pot, toothpaste, a chequebook, a Mach 3 Turbo razor, and various other things that I have no clue what they are.
For a good while we had no clue what she was after in there, until later discovering her mouth and her bed smelled like chocolate. It wasn’t until later that Danielle remembered she had a packet of hot chocolate in there, and it just occurred to me now that I don’t think we ever found the wrapper.
