cursed

"You'll have to finish this. It poured down into my underwear."

I deserved it. I know that most women who use this line don't deserve it, but I really did.

Welcome to the Quality Control. In between paints we like to mess with each other and today H2 poured water down my back. Not a big deal really to be honest, I've had worse, but I just don't like being wet. And I don't like having to walk around in my cardigan under my workrobe when the temperature is near the melting point.

In the summer of 2006 I got a bucket of water (five litres) turned upside down over me when I was sitting by the computer. This wasn't as bad, but I can kinda feel that bucket coming slowly towards me. God knows I do deserve it. And God knows that vengeance is sweet and juicy.