BOOM! That sound made my heart plummet.
It fell on the floor, my favorite vase of all time was just shattered in front of me.
How could he do this? How on earth could he think it was okay to not wrap it in the bubble wrap container that I made specially for it.
My name is Gertrude Hangmen, I am a 22 year old woman. I have a 'bowl cut' as my boyfriend referrs to it as. Personally I believe that the bowl cut is the only way to go, I mean anything longer is completely vial and a sign of a women who touches to many guys (I musn't swear but you know what I mean). I think that my orange-blonde hair looks stunning in this cut. It defantly brings out my ears which is my favorite feature of me.
My rude boyfriend forgot to wrap the vase up and now I accidentaally knocked it over! Why would he do that? That is probably going to result in the last straw for today! There is no way I will let him hold my hand tonite.
I am in the middle of calming myself down with the stretches that my Aunt Peggy taught me to do:
And one two three four KICK two three four BREATHE four five six SQUAT two seven eight SHAKE and REPEAT.
The door slams open and I see my boyfriend with his shaggy blonde hair is revealed. My eyes sockets nearly explode! I can not contain my anger so I say an insult, "Ross! I am so mad at you. You-you look like shaggy from scooby-doo."
"What?" He asks.
"You broke my vase!" I raised my voice a couple of decimals.
"I am sorry Gertrude. I forgot to wrap it. How about I buy you breadcrumbs to make up for it?" He says knowing that breadcrumbs are my favoirte hobby. I collect them for fun and enjoy to comb through them in my spare time but I don't think that it will cut it this time.
"ROSS! NO BREADCRUMBS CAN BUY MY FORGVIENESS. YOU ARE - YOU ARE DUMB!" I knew that was the start of a new straw. Ross and I hate swearing and I just called him the D word...
