Love Like This

I cannot get this song off repeat..*groan* I have failed mankind.

I am also requesting for it at all gigs and clubs and insisting for dances and chanting along to "oooh oooh".
The beat tight, the words so right....resistance is futile. I'll just live it out.




Love Like This -Natasha Bedingfield

Today I will........

I am stressed!

I fully intend to, in this order;

Drink 4 of these










Drink 2 of these...... I'm not that much of a hedonist



Make out and get laid in the car, in the parking lot or I could sit strategically on him in the club......either way, somehow, I will get laid for sure, and not in my or his house. There has to be an element of danger involved.

That or I am smoking ganja today, even I have no clue where to get it, so, nikipata, nitakuambia....This stress is too much!

Giffen Goods and Prison Break yaay!!!!!

There are things guaranteed to effortlessly give me a nervous breakdown. One of them is the inability to find information when I need it.

I traveled over the weekend……for peace, rest and relaxation, sand, sex, massage, cocktails and lots of laughter at my secret place which as you guessed, I’m not telling. **sighs** And I’m going back again in a month…its soooo addictive!!!…..I tried snorkeling again, this is the nth time, and even with someone holding my hand, I still hyperventilate at how ewwwww underwater is. Me I like pools, with cement floors. And I have these visions of jaws and green thingumajigs taking over my body, or those multicolored fish , mutants with arms and stuuuufffff, YUCK, will, erm, start speaking to me like “go tell my cousin Martin I forgive him”. Aiii, now who will spend the rest of her life looking for a Martin? “Martin unajua ule samaki anaishi huko kwa maji?” Alaaa!

Well, I brought a book to read. …Ideally, I should have brought something fun, then again who is to say what fun is, to read, but, I, KM, brought an Economics book. Why I am reading an economics book? I don’t know why. I get these flashes of "I'm not sure if I can call it brilliance, but its most definitely an inquenchable thirst for general knowledge" where I feel I have no clue about a topic, or something will piqué my interest and I’ll pick up a book just to ‘know’.

Plus, I’ll be lying….me, I love reading. The economics book, is not punishment.
Like you know how sometimes you will see a documentary about rock formations and you really want to read about rocks and rivers and yes, despite the fact that you dropped Geography in 2nd form, primarily because you did not have notes on Rivers, only like 2 * 120page books of notes……you find a book on rocks formations and rivers and read it till you drop.
Or you have a discussion on religion and you want to read more about it, or art, or music, or a certain animal, or my personal favorite….medicine. I read about illnesses, symptoms, how to treat them…..I really really wish I was a pediatrician. I love that. I love reading about random stuff like that. Its such fun!

***shivers with excitement** Are you with me? Are you feeling me? Don’t you ever get that feeling like, you are running out of time and you haven’t read all the books in the universe?
Oh, and I got this huge asss book on law cases. Its soooo interesting. I had a uhhhhh, a Legal aspects of "insert profession" classes, and the cases were fiun, so I got this book with stories and stories of law precedents.....Oh, Bliss. We all know "Wambui Otieno vs Umira Kager clan", Balfour Vs Balfour", "Carlill Vs Carbolic smoke ball company" but good lord, this is like the real ish, "Eccles Vs Bryant" Non- es -factum, caveat emptor, Res sua...coool! dude man! I shoulda been a lawyer!

So, we are chilling right, I’m reading my big ass Econ book full of knowledge, which will all go to my head, double cool, then boom, right there, in my face is the word….wait for it “Giffen good”. Shoooot! 2 things crossed my mind “Dear lord, I will cry because I can’t quite remember what this word is!!”. Who the hell just throws in the word ‘giffen’ in there without a glossary, a footnote, an explanation, anything…nothing!!!!Daaamn!!

I have a photographic memory. I remember my first economics text book. I remember how the first pages looked like, I remember my Economics Lecturer writing “the snob effect” on the board, before Kevin, (Kevin where are you? stand up and say hi to the people please…..) the guy in the second row shot me a glance a la “the KM effect”, which is totally not fair because, I’m a not a lot of things, but …okay, wth, lets move on……. To the lecturer... his handwriting, I remember words like “veblen” and giffen” were in italics….and I remember damn well what Veblen goods were because at that time a ‘mercedes’ according to my lecturer was a veblen good. Well, each to their own. I also remember “ostentatious goods” was another word for veblen goods.
I loved economics then…..only for the next 10 pages until everything shot to shit, and the pleasure of demand and supply was replaced by crazy ass looking graphs and functions….ughhhhh! One minute I was happy, at opportunity cost (that was on page 2 of the book) dd curves, ss curves, elasticity, equilibrium,and right after we got into utility, Marginal Propensities..to save, to consume.
Then there came, too much for my fun-loving brain..... something called IS/LM Models……Hell! I switched off. I was down for all that exciting stuff, and you have to agree, basic Economics is a lot of fun!!! Soon after, I was not attending classes, I was selling juice and going clubbing, and all I knew is Macroecon sucks ass! Infalation…the leading culprit in suckage….**shivers**.

Unfortunately, and my heart was breaking at this, I could not remember what the hell a giffen good was. What made it a giffen good…… I know, bread was a giffen good, but there was something I was looking for , an explanation that I could not remember and I was dying inside.

So I started panicking, needing a dictionary, needing to google it, Oh god I was in hell. So I ask the chap…..”how do you define a giffen good?” He looked at me, said he does not know, he is not an economist... Oh god I'm marrying an idiot!

And tricked me into digressing into something else with him, again, after saying “how come you get to study and I’m not allowed to?” Well maybe you should study Mr. dunno what a giffen good is!!!
I am not studying, I’m reading a book!

The general agreement with the chap is that no one should bring lap tops, gadgets etc to the R&R because, its 2 days, for two days, the world can wait, and I hate it when sometimes in the middle of a break he will wait until I’m asleep then start working!!! While me I want him to stay in bed we cuddle, catch strokes and he beats me storos and we order room service, and I jump jump on the bed, and then we shag, we sleep, we go walk, have masssages, we go eat, maaannn!!! Usually, he drugs me (makes me drink too much) pretends to listen as I prattle on, I sleep, he starts working. So, no gadgets. I could therefore not google it!!! Later, I tried going online on phone…no luck.

I called asking for a dictionary…..mwehheh “A what Miss KM?” “An English Dictionary”. Why don’t they keep dictionaries with the towels, which I did not have the strength to steal this time. I have too many towels now. Nice huuge, soft spanking cuddly white and maroon ones, some with bold logos.

Them and their little babies. I steal them in sets, 2 big ones and two hand towels. Mwehehhee, you'd think I feel any remorse......Instead, I’m thinking of starting to steal other things now…..like the feather pillows…..***luuuusshhhh*** What the heck, kick kleptomaniacy up a notch. Maybe, and I'm just mulling this over, not decideed yet.....Maybe. I'll see about the logistics. Yaani its soo bad, and the chap is in on it, cos when we are leaving he goes "are you taking the towels?" Then I'll go like, "ah, no, these ones are not new".

Shoot! Thats how Matheri et friends converse, seriously, like the other day I got this weird caller going "leta zile bunduki kawangware twende job" (Brings the guns!!) I promise to you, he said that!!!

Sheesh, who even uses the word 'Bunduki' now? Shouldn't thugs have like a cool cryptic word like "Mtoo' or "cargo" for that?! Its like saying Vagina.....Punani, hello?! Vagina is soooo.. "body organ" not source of pleasure!
I was so spooked! especially, because they (the thugs) will trace me so I dont sell 'em out, or when it shoots to shit, Safaricom might trace the call to me, and then I was worried that someone was going to maybe be robbed!! yikes!

So, me, and my “O god what is a giffen good now?!”I was traumatized! I went clubbing later, and I was still, get that, thinking about it. Daaammmmnnnn, giffen good!!!
So, I got home last evening, and went straight to google. Ohhhh the wealth of information there is. …..So, finally;

“Definition: A Giffen Good is a good that experiences increased demand for when the price rises and decreased demand for when the price falls”.

I mean, duuude, I was here and I was clicking and clicking on those links and reading about all that random stuff. It fels sooo damn good! And the thing I was trying to remember, how bread is a Giffen good, because it violates the basic laws of demand and supply……As Mr. Giffen has pointed out, a rise in the price of bread makes so large a drain on the resources of the poorer labouring families and raises so much the marginal utility of money to them, that they are forced to curtail their consumption of meat and the more expensive farinaceous foods: and, bread being still the cheapest food which they can get and will take, they consume more, and not less of it”

***breathes a sigh of relief*** Ah! There it is!Just like Mr ‘dunnowhatwashisnameheflunkedmeanyway said it.

Theeen, si season 3 of prison break! I watched the preview last night...what the hell is with that SONA place? I don't think I'll keep up with such violence me.
Dude, I hated Bellick but, woiyeeeeee. .

The ENGLISH PATIENT

**Breathes in, breathes out** I need to get this outta my system.

So, yesterday was the chap’s birthday.
He hates birthdays, and all celebrations centred around him etc. Now meeee, being the nice girlfriend, I decide to throw him a treat before his party on Sato which is happening whether he wants it or not. The treat? Me!!!

I weighed all my options, and long after I had eliminated jumping out of a lifesize cake with poms poms and kicking my feet all over, clumsily so, dare I add, and doing the “give me an S- give me a W-, give me an E-…. Goooooo Sweetie!!”, I settled for dinner and a vision of me in lingerie.
For real, I mean that would be a refreshing change from my standard gear. Scorching Yellow Tshirt, with holes on the saggy neckline boldly emblazoned “Pamoja tuangamize Ukimwi” .
That by all means, is a mood Killa! Not so much the colour, the huuuuge fit, but by the time you get past the Abstain, Be faithful, Use a Condom flashing neon warning, you might to wrap somene in cellophane just because they are male and you are female/ or bothe of you are male. Or both of you are female.....you gerrit.
Then again, when we say jumping out of cake, where will my ass which is unrelenting in its outward protrusion going to be stashed? Too messy.

So, I had a plan;

-leave work early
-yoga class
-make dinner
-Pick dude up
-show him good time

I have to tell you, my Yoga instructor is this tiny, little lady who looks like she is going to eat me. I’m making, (rather more trying and erring) a perfect circle and ‘feeling the anger leave me” and she keeps staring at my errant behind like a piece of steak.
Of course she wants to eat me. One side of my ass could feed here and her 'little people' family for months!! All I’m saying…don’t marinate me in honey. I’m allergic.
Dinner was going to be Ugali, perfectly marinated (not in honey) beef, a nice salad, a good bottle of wine….

So I get home, my ass intact, No, she did not eat me, she is fattening me up…I take about an hour to cook and get ready. The ugali, I was going to cook when I got back so it does not get cold.
Then, I dash out to pick him up. He went to the coast in the morning, he is coming back in the evening.
He does.
Buuut! I noticed as he approached me…the man is sweating like a wild hog!!!! Ngutness.

Now, me, the thought crossed my mind to ignore the fact that he looks not so good, assume he is hyperventilating, I mean, lets face it, he’s 34, his life is over, then proceed with my plan undeterred.
So, I hug him, do my happy birythday thing. “yaay! Happy Birthaday!.
His response was well….out of the norm.

CHAP: “KM, I’m dying”

LOOOOL. Okay, not a good way to start the birthday is it?

KM: what’s wrong?

CHAP: I’m dying. I feel so sick.

KM: If you are doing this to get out of your birthday, that’s really lame, I haven’t planned anything.

CHAP: KM, I’m dying, I need to lie down”

Soooo, my sweaty sweetie decides ok, maybe if he chatters (is that the word?) his teeth, I’ll get the gravity of it.
Which he does, which I chose to not acknowledge primarily because, this is the one time I am seeing him this unwell and I’m racking my brain for what to do. Usually, he will drink water to cure headaches, a shot of tequila for a cold etc. And also because what would I say
Dude? Are your teeth chattering? . How ingenous!

Eventually, I toss my shawl around him, which he wraps around his diseased self…but the teeth gnashing/chattering soldiers on.

All this time, pardon my vanity, I’m thinking “shoot! I should have made this beef on Sunday". Ala! It’s a waste.

So I sit next to him and ask

KM: How are you feeling?
Chap: **groaan** I’m sick. Turn on the AC, are you not feeling cold? Do you think I’ll die?

(I know, from my little knowledge, that sometimes rhetorical questions like these are a plea for re-assurance. I don’t give that, I go for the jugular)

KM: Of course you are going to die. OMG, is that blood oozing form your ears?

**he shoots me a I cant believe you are joking about this look**

All my feeble attempts to cheer him up were well…feeble.

KM: How are you feeling?

CHAP: Like I will die

KM: As in exactly how?

CHAP: ***grooooaaan** What do you mean how? I dunno. I have never died before!

(LOL, he is sick, and funny...what a keeper)

I turn up the music a little bit

CHAP: **Reaches out and puts it down to a whisper** KM my head is aching!

(And cranky too)

THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG EVENING

SO I do the logical thing. Take him to hospital.

I do not consult him because he wil say "NO, I’ll be fine, I just need a nap".

Here’s the thing with chaps. When they are ill, they will crawl into bed, REFUSE TO TAKE MEDICINE and claim over n over that their life is over. Women? We will cook, clean and find your other sock while the other hand is cutting the umbilical chord.

At the hospital…..(He did not object to it when he found out about the detour).
You should have seen how he crawled into the doctors room! Some chaps really thrive on exaggeration.

Halafu I could have sworn he was scribbling down a will while we waited. Leaving me nothing! Thats for sure considering “she does not believe I’m dying. Why is she so calm? Or did she poison me?” even after I have exemplified awesomeness all these years!
Like seriously, Winnie Mandela? 27 years, Go figure.
So she assaulted, murdered, kidnapped, pilfered, was professionally incompetent and then there was the serial infidelity. Surely 27 years! Should that not be atonement?
Mandiba, Baba, I love you, applaud you and admire you. You know how people hyperventilate at the “if you had to ask Mandela 1 question what would it be?" And they are coming up with huge words like ‘detractors’, humanity, patriotism, bla…me, simple “Daddi, ala! What went down with you and Winnie?”

Anwyay, back home in Nairobi, A teeth chattering-shivering boyfriend was with the doctor.
He comes back with this chit, lab test, I mean, he is just going, in the most pitiful way that “he told me to wait for the results”
So I look at him like he who?
He gives me a “he the doctor, my friend, the one who will save my life not you who does not care”
Shoot! This is criminal haki. Throwing yourself a pity party of this magnitude surely is criminal!!!
The test came out….he has more malaria than a little village in Kilifi combined.
Mwehehe, to be totally honest, I knew it was, but I did not want to tell him that cos he might bite my head off and go “Boohoooo. you are not the expert okay! That’s why you are a struggling **insert mundane proffesion** and NOT A DOCTOR**. Plus yes. I'm not a doctor. I comment on matters about whichI posses expert opinion. Few if any.

How I knew, is that the last time we traveled to the Coast, I took my meds while incredible hulk over there a.k.a “looks whose teeth are chattering now” refused to because he is invincible and mayhaps invisible to bugs while, I? .....I’m just your regular control freak.

On the drive back home;

CHAP: KM, I’m gonna die

KM: Not on your birthday. Happy birthday

CHAP: Shit I’m sooo oooold!

The pity party is obviously unrelenting.


Surely, does this guy? This one, this guy, chair Board meetings without breaking into a “awww shott! We are fugged. We are going Under. OMG we will be all over the news” panic attack? How now?

We get home. I was tired. The doctor said the meds are strong, so he needs to eat well before he takes them.
So much for a night of showing him a good time “I charge you good price for you my friend, sucky, sucky, mmmmm Ming Lee do it very nice but only for you”.

Its bad enough that the damn man does not want to eat cos “Juice is fine, I had lunch”, but to have to eat KM’s dinner? Punishment is what.

So I go rattle pots and pans, comes out with something at the end of it, and I even make him some chicken soup.
While I’m in the kitchen, I keep checking on him, he was really silent and considering how many times he floated the dying theme around, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried. He kept drifting in and out fo sleep, hallucinating random crap like “No, please don’t kill me” “KM, how could you! You said you loved me!” and lifting his head from the pillow when he saw me hovering around to ask “KM is the food ready or should I take the meds now because I feel like I’m dying” UGHHHHHH!

At 10 oclock, I emerged from the torture chamber i.e kitchen with a half bent nail **grits teeth** with something(s) for him to eat.

The poor pooor thing was so feverish, all the duvets, still sweating and you- know- what- he- was- doing -with- his -teeth.
He took one look at the food and goes
“I can’t eat. I will throw up. Please give me juice KM. I’m parched".
**makes an up-down motion to his throat as if, duh kwani what else does parched mean?**
It could mean that he was settled on a tree like a bird, but, that’s with an “e”, plus it would be sooo out of context.

I ignored his pleas for a drop of water Lazarus, and about half an hour later, KP and Gabi had nothing on me! There was war!!! and after a myriad of puke threats,I won, he was fed, took his meds and I gave him some lucozade. He was incensed at my nerve. Negro please!
He made a point to let his sister and brothers know that “he was dying” when all they did was innocently call to wish him a happy birthday. Sigh.

My lingerie and I crawled into bed. Exhausted. He still wanted to get down. More of ego really than anything else. “look at me, I can do it on my death bed” The nerve! Him and his sweaty self now how? I don’t mind sweat, but I prefer activity sweat to illness sweat! Eeeewwww
So, I did not grant his deathwish, because also, a little part of me felt like I was taking advantage of him.

I get into the bed. K.A.L.A.H.A.R.I heloooo!!! 900 degrees, I’m looking for cool corners of the bed and I can feel waves of his fever coming at me. Sighhh!!!
His teeth would stop chattering, then he would remember and start all over lest I forget the recurring evening theme….”dying”
Eventually, he slept. Like a baby, his body cooled down and I just looked at his sleeping self and almost shed a tear vile, that’s a hard way to have a birthday.

He was up and well this morning, still has some meds to go, which I know will be a battle to finish but I hope he knows he will finish those things even if I have to mix them in his food cos, hell no! I cannot have too much of him when he is like that.

I was late for work, Drat! This is why career women who hold their families intact are the 8th wonder of the world. He said a mortified “thanks. I’m sorry. We’ll do it right next year”.
At some point I thought, you know he really hates attention and would much rather the birthday went unnoticed so he feigned the illness….the fever? I dunno how he did that!

Music Video Codes

Robin Thicke - Lost Without You

Happy Birthday Baby

To one still older and better,
To one whom I have known long, and accompanied far,
Whom I have found wakeful over my sickness and kind in my sorrow,

Glad in my prosperity and firm in my adversity,
True in counsel and trusty in peril,
To a friend often tried and never found wanting.....

I love you, so much, too much, a little more each day my baby

Craig David- Unbelievable

I hope your 34th birthday brings you the best still,
That you will be so much more blessed


Paaaartttty timmmeeeeee!!!!
No, I will not get you a handbag for your birthday so i can say 'dude, you don't want it? Ok, I'll take it"....

I hope you have a great time,
Happy birthday my sweet.

Green Day- Time of your life

Love, Much Love and More,
KM

Carol Atemi & VIP

Goodie…I attended Carol Atemi’s Album launch…..the gal can siiing!! Daaamn! Rock on chica!!!

Our very own India Arie....yummm. Take a listen.....


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Alafu, I was out club hopping on Friday. Good times! Great friends, great conversation, great laughs…..perfect. I went from Slims-Pitcher&Butch - Blue times- Galileo-Rezorus-Black diamond-Mercury….all in a night.

I have to tell ya! Rezorus VIP is like Nairobi’s best secret!! Maybe not…but I like it. Its small, private and the loo smells really nice. Yes, I know, I have pledged my loyalty and traded my disdain for crowded clubs and Kenyan teenagers for VIP….the atrocities whose chief aim is the exclusion of others, mwehehehe.
I speak against it as vehemently as I do about child prostitution, children in armed conflict and all optional and protocols reaaly on top of the main treaty, LOL, seriously, I babble on......that makes me cry oodles and oodles of tears. Its like I'm reading up on something and I have PMS, and I'll start crying and the chap will go

Chap: "ala! whats up?"
KM: "its these kids...Imagine bla bla bla..."
(chap draws a blank look, and a straw then...)
Chap: "Ok, KM, I'll go work a lil bit, I'll see you later.
KM: Noooo, please dont leave me?...then,
KM: (teary and yelling) Fine you go work! I don't understand why you cant be there for me! The least you can do is give me a hug and just I donno, hang around
Chap: I am not hanging around! **comes to give me a hug, I reject it because, yep, its a pity hug, he did not want to do it....

PMS is such a ughhhhh haki!

Well, file that under “B for babbling” but as I was saying, who am I kidding, my wallet carries about 8 VIP access cards to pretentiousness. How you ask? How not?

I gotta tell ya, I have this friend of mine who has no single card, None! Not one! Kwani he knows only nondescripts? I mean, we can all say there is that one freind of a rela who has managed to0 get out of the rat race........LOL, the daily grind, and mayhaps can hook you up with, I dunno, like a free ticket to something? anything...Him! NOTHING!!!

So since half my time is spent ducking outside to get him in as 'my guest', I tell him, look, I know someone who can get you a card to **insert some joint where you have to drink blood and walk in naked…wait for it….Backwards!!! ***, LOL I mean, he has Tamasha, Bah! who needs that now? It’s not VIP, Tamasha is like, sooo last century, I dunno, card or not, you pay at the entrance and get in.

VIP? Real card, embossed, "Miss KM. This card admits two". Dare I add sijui 1 % off manicures at **insert salon** , okay I kid, thats fod Diva account, but Ala, and even with all the money, you cannot pay at the entrance to get into VIP, that’s the difference. You’ll kaaa huko and scream for the waiter till your voice gets hoarse. VIP service is never shitty, thats a start. Damn! I’mma burn for this. Please remind me this when I fall out with the who’s who and my memberships gets revoked…that would be funny.

So this dude keeps telling me how, eti VIP sucks, eti he wouldn’t take the card if he had it for free. Yeah dude, no one is offering you any but so I calmly ask him, "so why do I have to get you in all the time?" He says "cos you guys are there...its the company!!" Dude! yeah, company is better in VIP that it is on a katable where you have squished yourself like cabbage from shags! Aiii? How is being in Sohos/Rezorus/Galileo/Afrique etc VIP a bad thing when you have the option of going into the regular club when you like? Negro pris, don’t blend with the grass out of envy!

The only people who speak against VIP are those who can’t get in. And if you think VIP sucks ass, sure dude, whatever....I'll sit on the sofa while you sit on a ‘sina taabu’, throw in the fact that VIP folks can have the best of both worlds and, oh just zip it! You don’t gats VIP, chin up m’kay?

Mwehehhe, I kid you not, I hate to be associated with VIP, cos people judge you that’s why. Funny, those people who judge will kill you and your sorry existence to get VIP access. *shrugs* whatever!

So from VIP in Rez, you can hear the wonderful music coming form Rez Wananchi up there (LOL, that word is not mine, I heard it from someone to refer to the club). And every single time, I sneak into Wananchi to get a load of the music….1 word. YUCK! People bodies are hoot (temperetaure not decorum) halafu, smh! Let me watch music from TV me cos my stiletto heels are not going to fight for legroom like that.

Aiiiii Halafu, right across Rezorus, is this new joint called Black Diamond. Great music, balcony but all they are doing is attract the crowd from Rez wananchi so *shrugs* Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
Halafu dare I add…AC? M.I.A. None! Woi its hot!!!!! I was wondering why until the chap told me that, people drink more when its like that, aaand, they can cool off at the balcony, but the thought of cooling off, comes right after they get that extra cold drink. What a genius!!! I will have his baby. As soon as I’m ready to throw the present perfection, if you can call it that, that is thunder thighs and distended belly to the dogs. I mean, I look like this now....what will I look like after a baby? Chaos is what.

There’s a reason why people like me are not blessed with mad cash. First off, now meeee, who hyperventilates through mall windows, you can always tell, the wet marks, palm prints and warm breath at the windows a la KM was here…would be accorded the luxury of getting in and buying the whole damn shop. For the same reason I get anal about VIP. I mean, look, I’m mouthing off about clubs, someone owns them!!! Thats what I should be focussing on right now!! Owning clubs

I'm Saaaaary. Hot chics, geeks etc

I have been walking around all day singing…mimi, na huyu demmm, tunapendana kila sehemmm. Vaileti wewe ndio keki hao wengine ni fekii. Sigh, I refrain from commenting.

**Grudgingly saunters in, unleashes apology note**
Following my majorly politically incorrect post.....throw in duress, I have a few apologies to make

RE: GEEKS

They rock.

Geeks in unison: Sorry, we can't hear you

KM: Okkkkaaaayyy! ALright! Sheesh! Geeks Rock. Geeks Rule!!! Je m'excuse.

RE: PRETTY WOMEN

**Grits teeth**. You know what? I'm all for world peace but NO, I won't apologise for that. Hot mamas are EVIL. LOL. they caused the holoucast, what more do you want?

Pretty women are the reason plain Janes like me;

- Have to read newspappers so we can attract chaps with brains

- Have to be funny

- They are the cause of the breakouts on my face

- They are the cause of my thunder thighs

- They are the cause of the *sigh* lifebelt around my tummy masquerading as a stomach.

But seriously, let me tell you my worst nightmare. The real WMD. Its not even beauty and brains combined. That's so last century. In this day and age, being hot and brainy is every woman's birthright. And that stuff is very relative. If KM can bag a man, surely, that stuff must be relative. Truss me, every duckling has a story.

Me? What scares me? **shivers** ....GOOD COOKS.

For the longest time, people wander around thinking Hitler is evil....I'll tell you evil....women that cook really really well. Like my Auntie, the Swiss schooled chef. Dude! Her husband is home by 6 evryday!! Latest 6.01. Such women, right thurr is your neon light/police line...do not cross.

There is a reason why that "the way to a man's heart....." phrase was coined. I beg to differ. There are other ways...lots of other ways, (I know, how do you think those who cannot cook get holidays?). By the way, throwing the occasional laugh at his *rolls eyes** oooold jokes gives you mileage.

Until you cave in and go "dude! I dont want to hear that joke again! Ever!" He will still tell you the joke and I'll say "remember when we first met and you told me the joke and laughed really hard? refer to that".

I mean, I'm all for he's dead funny but lines have to be drawn.

I was saying..... I beg to differ, but I am not dumb enough to tempt fate.

I am lucky that my burnt dinners and half ready pancakes get eaten. Seriously though, I'm a great cook...its just that I get home so tired and I dont want to ruin my nails. I know my mother would have a problem with that. *shrugs* its what it is.

There's a reason why my heart flutters when he says "hun please make me that yummy rice you make" Sniff. Awww, Thats all I'm good for. Rice, Fish and beef.

I DO NOT slave over Chapati anymore. Why now? I discovered Nakumatt frozen chaps **ducks rock from livid mummy** but they suck. So, thats what my househelp is for. She comes over, she makes them and leaves. I come home, I cut 'em up, and serve them. She who serves carries tha day. My mum has gotten away with that for years. She serves my father the food my auntie the chef made, and my father compliments HER! Alas!

And yes, my help is OOOOOLLLDDD. Like 70. I leave nothing to chance...cos the only women that can cook that are NOT evil, are septuagenarians plus. Anything below 70, can you spell D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R? Okay, maybe 60.

What would break my heart is if my dude ate at another woman's house (defined herein as anyone bel0w 35 that is a good cook). I know it comes naturally for him, and indeed all the men in my life to lie to me "I don't know why you think you put in too much soy sauce....I'm enjoying!!" Awwwww, Bless! Especially because he sips some juice right after that..... Mwehehhe.

Everytime I serve him a meal, you should know the side dish to my every meal is an excuse.

"Chicken and baby, I think I added too much salt"

"spaghetti and hun, the sauce is too tangy, I don't know why, its the same one I use always"

""Ugali and aiii, i don't know why that nyaks in not soft. I cooked it forever! Sema sweetie"

But every time, evey single time....he cleans it all up and goes "wow, that was great!". Again, I have my reasons for loving him. He never says No to anything I offer him, (To eat/Consume/ Ughhh! , get your minds out of the gutter...to partake in **sighs** A cooked meal. There!).

I should apologise also to memorable jokes, but aiii, I see he has stepped up the jokes a notch. Auuuuiiiii!!! 30 jokes for the price of one. Tihiii.

Yeah, I apologise for all that stuff.

Hugs all.

Happy weekend.