I screwed up and didn't blog yesterday, so that's two days out of the 30 that I've failed so far. Still, like the previous time, my excuse was simply that I didn't have an awful lot of time in which to blog, and my back being screwy is still causing me no end of grief.
So get off my case, mang.
Anyway, I now have to blog for today and - to be honest - I'm starting to run out of ideas. Never mind though, Jem has given me a great idea for a blog post and despite it going against one of my own pre-determined rules at the start ("No listicles") it'll do in a pinch.
"Enough already, what's the topic?" I hear you cry.
Yeah, basically, this is just going to be a list of things that I like and love about Jem, and how she's made a difference to my life in the 18 months or so that we've been seeing each other.
Jem did this for me once, in a private e-mail, telling me how awesome I was. She came up with over 200 different items (although some were basically duplicates) - I doubt I'll get anywhere near that, but let's see...
I'm going to stop there as it's a nice round number (kind of like the subject of point 50) but in theory I could have gone on - I don't think I'd get up to the lofty heights of 200, but nevertheless, there's a lot to like about her.
(someone pass the sickbags - Ed)
I just had a ludicrously silly conversation with Jem that ended in her doubled over in laughter and me silently feeling very pleased with myself for causing it, especially with such inane rubbish.
I'll attempt to transcribe the conversation here, but take this as fair warning - you really did have to be there, it won't be anywhere near as funny writtten out.
It all started with Jem sniffing my armpit (don't ask) and informing me that I smelt good. The conversation then went as follows:
G: I always smell good. [in French accent] It's all thanks to Pong de Light Guard*
G: [after thinking that "Pong de" sounds a bit like "Pomme de", and again spoken in a French accent] I'm working on my next fragrance, it smells like potato. I call it "Pong de terre."
J: *laughter* You're a 'nana.
G: [French] Ah, non, that fragrance isn't ready yet. "Pong de peel."
J: *laughter* Oh dear.
G: I should really have gone with "Paco Banane" for that one.
J: *guttural moans*
G: [back to French] I think you'd also really enjoy my pea-flavoured fragrance, "Petits Pong."
J: OK, that's enough now.
G: Or my bean-themed product, "Pong tout."
J: Please stop.
Sometimes, it's the little moments that really make you appreciate the person you're with.
* Not sure why I said "Light Guard" instead of "Right Guard" here, but in the interests of accuracy I've not bothered to correct it.