thou shalt not

since she's gotten home, Tassie and i have reverted back to the old days of occasionally letting a really small matter amuse us to the point where i am clutching my stomach in pain, tears pouring down my cheeks from laughing too hard and trying not to look at her for fear i may never ever stop laughing ever again.

tonight was one of those nights. it started with a thumb war when i accused her of cheating and right after that, she won fair and square. the element of surprise is always against me :P. i don't know what got into me but after that i asked her if she would help me break one of my commandments.

thou shalt not smoke.

i've been breaking a lot of them over the years. thou shalt not date a smoker. thou shalt not date a younger guy. thou shalt not date a housemate. oh well. they are not such completely bad commandments to break. but there are reasons for not breaking them in the first place. such as: the bad taste, the clash of opinions, the complications that arise when the both of you are no longer dating.

the reason i am breaking this commandment? to be brutally honest, simple curiosity and also, to tell the smokers that i meet, yes i have tried it and yes, it sucks like shit.

it was a hilarious experience though. one of the things i love about Tassie is that she never questions my decisions unless of course she thinks it's a seriously bad idea. and hardly anything is a seriously bad idea to Tassie. She brought me outside and we sat in the wrought-iron chairs while i held the cigarette like an incense stick to try and light it. of course i was trying to be funny!

um. anyway.

so she demonstrated to me how to suck in, open your mouth, inhale and then exhale the smoke out. at least i think that's how it goes. we were laughing so hard the whole time. i think i only got it right two times. and yes dear readers, i did cough. both times. not too badly though. apparently the way i hold the cigarette is freaking noobish. in the end i just held it like a joint. lol. i think i wasted half the cigarette just holding it and bent over laughing my ass off. as we were about to finish, a god-like shout came from above.

"come up here!!"

the Old Man has just got back from two weeks worth of business travel. poor baby. anyway, after he yelled, i was just about to run upstairs like the good obedient puppy-daughter i am (heh) when i suddenly realised the situation i was in and clapped my hand over my mouth. that only brought on another torrent of gasping laughter for Tassie and i. luckily he had brought back some mints from HK (heyy they're forest berry flavoured ok!) and i grabbed two before running upstairs.

found this on the net thanks to visionary-girl.blogspot.com. it's the exact same ones that the Old Man bought back! they must be popular flavours.

i thought i was in deep shit but he only wanted me to put on some Skin Repair lotion on his back. geeeez. i thoughtfully warmed it between my hands before i rubbed it on too! what a good daughter am i :)

so. now my hands smell like Diehard's used to do. kinda nice actually. :) Tassie is going to buy some Vogue for me tomorrow. no, not the magazine.



i promise i won't be addicted! :D