Hehehe. <-- I spent ~3 hours laughing like a crazy person this afternoon.

So she arrived and went straight to bed, sleeping until long after even I had woken up.
When she did finally emerge again at around 12 I was eating my breakfast and reading.

She came into the living room to see me and before she had even entered I was unable to control myself, I kept giggling to myself.
So she came over and looked at my magazine and wants to know what is so funny before seeing Snow White.
When she saw Snow White she screamed and hid behind me.

I had to prompted her to go and 'wake her up'. When she walked over she was not too impressed, picking up the doll before throwing it back at the chair.
The first thing she says is how ugly the doll is, so I told her "It looks just like Jackie".
Not too impressed she asks "What were you doing with that bl**** doll?" her eyes very wide.
After I have finished pointing out that the doll is nothing more then a giant beach ball shaped like a woman, so I could not have used it for what she thinks. She asks "So you think you're clever?" While at the same time lifting the skirt to take a look.
"Always"
"Well you're just being bl**** stupid. This is sick. I leave you alone and you do this"
"Not really, I was going to leave her in the kitchen until I realized she could only fall on her back" Not getting my attempt at a joke she just continues to inspect her.

After sizing the doll up and questioning how much money did I waste just to wind her up she trundled off for a few minuets before returning and demanding I deflate the doll as it made the flat look trashy.
She even watched me as I deflated the over sized novelty beach ball.

"How did you get the dress on it?" I am asked as she deflates.
"Put it on first then blew her up",
"So you actually dressed it?"
"Yes. You impressed?"
Again a stern look as if I am a little child.

As I began removing the clothes she took the wig and looking at me with a very stern tone. "You are never getting me to wear a wig like this"
"Not trying"
"I am not dying my hair either"
"Why not? You bleach it all the time?"
"This is just disgusting. Why would you have a wig?"
So I explain where it came from and she scrunched it up and puts it in my work bag. "It goes back!"

When I asked if she liked the dress I was told "Never even consider buying me clothes if you think that looks good"
"But every little girl wants to be a princess"
"She is not a princess, she is an unpaid slave"
"Would you rather have a Maids outfit?"
The response is not happy.


About an hour later she was all relaxed, now that the doll is all packed up along with the dress. The wig will be returned this week and she once more relaxing before going back to work.
As punishment I had to clean up all the dishes, cook dinner and help her unpack. So not really a punishment when I have been doing most of that all week anyway.

Best of all she threw nothing at me, so this all went better then the time I filled the cupboards with plastic bags.

Hehehe, Hehehe.


Dress: £20
Doll: £6
Tights: £3
Wig: cost of friends

Winding up the girlfriend: Priceless. :-)