I was sitting on the floor with a huge blue plastic bowl of minced meat, herbs and sun-dried tomatoes in front of me. Squishing my hands into the mixture, i slowly made pork and beef burgers one by one. Dammit! My stomach is itchy what the hell? My stomach is NEVER itchy, and now, when i have minced meat up to my wrists, of course it has to be itchy. It just has to.

I tried scratching it rather pathetically with my elbow. About five times.

Then i felt something biting me on my leg and saw a blasted mosquito casually sitting on my knee. That bastard! I knew it was you! For a few days i was convinced there were invisible mosquitoes in the house.

“What’s wrong?” Clem asked.
“There’s a bloody mosquito attacking me!”
“Do you want to spray something?”
I think of poisonous spray seeping into my exposed mince meat and immediately shake my head, “No…”
“Hmm okay then” *settles back to play his game* 
“You know what you should do? You should just… try to catch it while it’s around me. It’ll come out, i know it will.”
“What??”
“Come on, it’s my birthday.”
*sighs and hovers slowly around me, trying to spot mozzie*
“Why did you have to wear black? These moskeetoes, they’re very smart, they like black.”
“Uh-huh…”

He successfully managed to catch it after 2 minutes. See! It wasn’t difficult!

After i was done with making burgers, i got up to go shower.

“You wanna watch that video i told you about?”
“What video?”
“The funny one, i told you about it the other day.”
“Ohhh that one. Erm not now… *quickly walking away to shower*”
“You’re never gonna watch it.”
“Ha… now? ….. It’s my birthday!”
“Are you going to say that all day?”

Yup. It’s the only day i can WIN all day.

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