Again I am left alone in the house, as K went to rescue pets which were abandoned by their runaway owners in the bombarded north. It's very gallant of her, of course, but it also means no decent dinner for me. Or maybe… hmm… maybe I shall order something from a noodles bar.
Right. It sure beats writing this post.
ניר יניב
דמות בדיונית ומעלליה
She could have left you a bowl of chow and a bowl of fresh water.
Good luck, תשעה באב.
Restaurants are open. Entertainment is closed.
So I just found out. Had to eat a Knor instead.
Damn!
Seriously? We had a pizza. Take away, not home made.
I love your Elizabethian outlook on couplehood – "oh, the woman is not home. What will ever be about my dinner? Poppycock!"
It's ironic how she left her own helpless little pet home alone with no food…
You got a typo there in "nudy bar".