Italia! Italia!

A group of us decided upon Ciao Italia for dinner tonight. The cafe is like one of Perth's worst kept secrets, but I liked it nonetheless. It kinda makes you feel like you're in Amelie, with heaps of wine and sparkling conversation.

Of course the reality hits you like a hard slap in the face when the kids who were part of our company decided it was a good idea to play Uno and include yours truly in that stupid game.

I swear those kids have no conscience. Good lord, can't you see I am eating here? Do not ask me to play games of any sort when I am eating!

But kids being kids, if not acquiesced to, tears will erupt so I had no choice but to entertain their request. After which the seven-year-old decides she wants to play Go Fish but you know what? I've had enough! I'm sorry I just don't have patience for things like this. No Go Fish for me, I don't care if you cry, you're not my kid anyway. Go Fish my arse, you baboon. Christ. It's bad enough I have to tote your playing cards for you in my bag, I have to play with you too?!?

2 Responses to “Italia! Italia!”

  1. # Anonymous Anonymous

    ok note to self - dun call pwen if i need baby sitter..

    anyways woman hurry up & get ur arse back to sg..we got lotsa stuff planned in Jan which the time u wld be back & then we gonna interrogate some bfs! 2 more fresh blood!

    & i just figured out what to get you for christmas!

    heheheheh -grins- it may or may not involve pulling a certain finger..

    ~ soffie  

  2. # Anonymous Anonymous

    You're so mean. I dunch friend you.

    Wahahahaha...  

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