The Missus and Me!

"I believe in karma. That means I can do bad things to people all day and assume they deserve it." - Dogbert

Gaze upon the picture of pure evil. I know Im going on about the evilness of penguins. I promise this will be a final or close to final rant.

*rant rant rant rant rant* evil...

I'm done. It hailed last night. Adelaide had some kick-ass storm. I was stranded in Milla's place. The interesting thing is, in that house hold, everyone thinks we are together. The household has many many people wandering all over.

For example, the house in seperated into 3 parts. A guy lives in the garage. I kid you not. And some lasy teacher lives in the attached unit. Milla has 3 other house mates. A grumpy man who's about 50ish and is I swear, the rudest man on earth. And also has some verrrrrry strange habits. The other 2 are a couple from China. Decent guy, nice girl. She wears the pants and his balls around her neck.

Milla's landlord, landlord's brother, and various crewmen (they do some business involving electric things and road works), hop by once in a while. They all think Milla and me are together. Its the knowing looks and lustful stares in our direction. Also, the painful politeness they treat us with, questions brimming from their eyes.

Whatever it is, we are the objects of great curiosity. Something resembling a freak show.

The only ones who treat us most normally, as in not caring what-so-ever, are the chinese couple. Suprise there.

But Milla and me decided to have a cheese and wine sorta thing last night. We lit candles and had a least 6 types of cheese. Very nice.

But the landlord was in the roof. He was working on something, (dont ask me what) and climbed down to see us about to feast. We chatted and I think he's slightly homophobic yet finds the concept of 2 women together alluring.

I don't think it helps that Milla and me call each other , "darling", "love" or "babe".

It also doesnt help that she calls me 'her man'. And I call her my wifie.

People in Melbourne think we are together as well. Owe up, you guys know who you are.

But!

Yes, I shall accept it. At least I married a gorgeous woman. My pretty, TALL scandanavian wife.

Look at us. Would we ever do anything the least bit, remotely evil?

Plus, we have been trying to teach each other Mandarin and Norwegian. We can't decide who is worst than who.

Oh well, at least we try. And I am apparentlty, the perfect man.