Well first of all, I'd like to apologise to everyone who's been waiting for the update for WDLAC. I have started writing it again, but I've had a lot going on the past few months. I started college again, got a job, and I'm trying to sort out other stuff like moving out of my mum's house etc. I WILL finish it, but I think it may be my last chapter fic unless I get something REALLY inspiring.
Grissom thinks he's so funny. Ever the comedian. Every time we go shopping he always, ALWAYS picks something up and yells across the store if we need it. You name it, he's picked it up; dog food, cat food, compost, board games, coat hangers, anything. I was beginning to get a tad annoyed with his antics, and one afternoon when he asked if we needed dog food (for perhaps the millionth time ever, maybe that was a hint...) I went out and got him a damn dog. That shut him up. But, to be fair, Hank is possibly the cutest damn thing ever.
Last week, we went shopping for a few bits and pieces, and as usual, Griss brings it upon himself to embarrass me in front of the entire store and begins shouting out random items, asking if we needed them. Boy did I have a surprise for him.
He picks up a pack of diapers, holds them above his head and shouts "Honey, do we need any of these?"
I turn to him, seeing him grinning, thinking he's pulled one over on me again. An old woman has stopped in the middle of the isle and is doing the tennis-match-neck-twist between us. I calmly and collectively lean against the cart, smile, and shout back "Yeah, but we shouldn't for another few months."
You should have seen his face.
Grissom - 0
Sidle-Grissom/Junior - 1.
The end.
This is a true story that some UK people may have heard on Live At The Apollo. A comedian was going on about how he always asked his girlfriend if they needed stuff while they were shopping, and a few weeks ago a couple actually did this in my local shop. Big shout out to them - girl in valour tracksuit and guy with NY Baseball cap on.