Joanne's Aunty Lea is ROLLING ON THE FLOOR ABSO-BLOODY-LUTLY LAUGHING HER ARSE OFF AND ROLLING ON THE DOG LHAO (who doesn't appreciate this much!) ...
Number Five, 5? Just to refresh your memory and save you clicking back. I'll quote...
"I'm probably one of the most tidy people I know"... (Pain in my side from laughing too much!)
Compared to who, Jo? I don't remember this person. (Aunty Lea, still belly laughing).
As for the lazy bit... hmmm, let me remember... (Memory music; very old memory music)...
"Jo's brother and I are out playing rough adventure games for hours. Jo is reading a book...
Jo's brother hiking over the back paddocks searching for hidden treasures or mushrooms (yes they can be magic ones too if you wish). Jo is reading a book.
Jo's brother and Aunty Lea nagging and chastising Jo "Come and play!" Jo is ignoring us - yep, head in a book.
Aunty Lea and Jo's brother asking,
"Jo, are you a book worm?"
No answer - Jo is leaning against a tree (for two hours so far; her arse must have pins and needles by now) reading some crap novel with 798 pages!
One day, a miracle (or not) happens and Jo decides to play with us:
She climbs all the way out on a gum tree branch (No less: Do you realise these trees have a reputation for snapping at any moment without warning?) She precariously balances over a THIRTY FOOT DROP!... (yes, this drop would have been to her certain death: rocks, tree branches, not a skerrick of soft sandy loam patches or long grass in which to land: This was a serious drop!). Have you ever wondered about Jo and those drop bears? And no, this time she has no access to books (this was the only good point I could see at this moment in time).
Aunty Lea, "having kittens" but Jo very relaxed out there on that limb!
Aunty Lea "casually" (like hell - oh crap: my insides: I’m the eldest here. I’m responsible… oh double crap) convinces Jo to return to the safety of the section of tree that has ground three feet under it (while praying to Allah or any other God who will damn-well listen) and even wishing Jo could return to her damn-well-books!
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Rossi, out there on a limb...
Date: 2005-11-30 08:40 pm (UTC)Number Five, 5? Just to refresh your memory and save you clicking back. I'll quote...
"I'm probably one of the most tidy people I know"... (Pain in my side from laughing too much!)
Compared to who, Jo? I don't remember this person. (Aunty Lea, still belly laughing).
As for the lazy bit... hmmm, let me remember... (Memory music; very old memory music)...
"Jo's brother and I are out playing rough adventure games for hours.
Jo is reading a book...
Jo's brother hiking over the back paddocks searching for hidden treasures or mushrooms (yes they can be magic ones too if you wish).
Jo is reading a book.
Jo's brother and Aunty Lea nagging and chastising Jo "Come and play!"
Jo is ignoring us - yep, head in a book.
Aunty Lea and Jo's brother asking,
"Jo, are you a book worm?"
No answer - Jo is leaning against a tree (for two hours so far; her arse must have pins and needles by now) reading some crap novel with 798 pages!
One day, a miracle (or not) happens and Jo decides to play with us:
She climbs all the way out on a gum tree branch (No less: Do you realise these trees have a reputation for snapping at any moment without warning?) She precariously balances over a THIRTY FOOT DROP!... (yes, this drop would have been to her certain death: rocks, tree branches, not a skerrick of soft sandy loam patches or long grass in which to land: This was a serious drop!). Have you ever wondered about Jo and those drop bears? And no, this time she has no access to books (this was the only good point I could see at this moment in time).
Aunty Lea, "having kittens" but Jo very relaxed out there on that limb!
Aunty Lea "casually" (like hell - oh crap: my insides: I’m the eldest here. I’m responsible… oh double crap) convinces Jo to return to the safety of the section of tree that has ground three feet under it (while praying to Allah or any other God who will damn-well listen) and even wishing Jo could return to her damn-well-books!
Love ya Jo
and hope you are having a lazy time.
Aunty Lea.