17.05.07 domesticity II
Jonathan’s stuff arrived yesterday. After spending the night on a red-eye back from California, not in my bed, I came home to a bit of a discouraging scene. Our newly-cleaned living room was a fiasco of boxes, guitars, bicycles and an inquisitive Boston terrier. I soon warmed to the idea, when I realized I now had a spanking new set of pots and pans, an XBOX 360, great cooking knives, and a whole new library of books, games and CDs. The stuff also gave my place the distinctive Scotsmontonian smell, and Jonathan was excited about finally being fully moved in. We happily chose forks and editions.
Then, this morning, after my first sleep in 48 hours, I found out that Jonathan’s alarm clock plays Mission Impossible, the loud rendition. Nine desperate snooze-minutes later, it tried a different tactic and blasted me with the A-Team theme.
I think the Human Rights Charter says I’m allowed to take a hammer to it, right? If not, maybe I can get Amnesty people to write their local congressman on my behalf…
Genial, I’m looking forward to “a whole new library of books, games and CDs…”
Enjoy!
Welcome to the ‘my boyfriend/girlfriend’s alarm clock makes me crazy’ club! You’ll be able to commiserate with Michel and Martine about Jonathan, Blork & my annoying clock/radios.
Joy, joy.
Wait until it plays the Knight Rider or Airwolf themes. Then the overly-kitchy-alarm clock convention fully allows you to wallop the thing with any other thing that may be in close proximity to the offending device.
Yay! Add me to your friends list on the 360!
As for the alarm clock, awesome. Who makes it? I need one!
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