"Dude, I have been on the phone nonstop this morning... no kidding... it's NUTS!"
"I know I am dangerously close to nuts from listening to him make all those phone calls."
"It's true, you are. Who is that girl sobbing on the floor?"
"Well, Amelia, that's Evildeb, and she's already gone around the corner from nuts to looney. I'd better take her outside for a walk."
"I think so... I think she might bomit."
A stroll for some beverages, eh? That is always my excuse.
When are you going to sort this out, he needs to know! It has to be pain, it's the language he will understand.
oh, he's moving in july! "july july july july" is my mantra.
Of course, you have to think of a particularly suitable leaving present...