Don't fucking spill any!!!

(what we would say at the fabulous dinner parties where we'd serve £300 bottles of wine, if we were rich)

So we have concluded that
A) We are idiots. We couldn't find the digital camera (which I borrowed from my parents who have had it for only 14 mos after paying only $494 at a boxing week sale) for ages and ages. Then John realized we should hang our washing on the line. And what should tumble out of the clothes washer, but the digital camera!!! It's currently in the airing cupboard with every silica packet we could get our hands on, coated in prayers and wishes.
B) Pints at dinner + 1 bottle chickenwine whilst baking + 1 bottle Champagne + 1 hot bath (with delicious smelling bath 'spirits') = very drunken people who couldn't be serious and have a Romantic Night if we were paid. Especially if we were paid. Our perverse sides would just make us be obnoxious because we'd been told to do something. Plus alcohol makes us need viagra, and while John has some in his drug tin, we're loathe to 'waste' it. I mean, what if we need that little blue pill to conceive our children? (God help us me.)
C) Rowan truly are the yarn gods. John is rubbing the Right Front of a cardi I've just started knitting across his...er...lower abdomen...and he finally actually picked out some yarn out of which I will knit him a jumper. I think it's sort of ugly, but really, I don't have to wear it, right? I mean, I don't think he'd wear lavender. Unless he were on cam.
Cheers,
Dani

ps: Is it normal? When my boyfriend and I are drunk and get in the bath, we like to spit and urinate on each other. This does not turn us on. In fact, it makes him soft and me dry. But we both think its really funny and laugh til we fall over.