The EIT was mocking me today, as he does most days, mocking me with that whimsical Irish lilt. Yes that's the part that hurts.
Mocking my system and my muts. (hey it's 2012 make that mut as in singular)
When he starts to sing Irish drinking songs in his whimsical lilt while counting his profits I go off the deep end and fall to the floor screaming why me, why me!
Move after move, no signals.
Mocking after mocking, no signals.
Then suddenly, it appeared, a vision of blueness, like a beautiful blue woman.
Ok I don't write romance novels.
But there it was, and it was good.