On Monday nights my wife and I watch Heroes. The last few weeks we've managed to catch the end of the preceding program, a Nigella Lawson extravaganza that I forget the name of.
On each occasion Nigella has been stuffing her cake-hole with some wild, abandoned feast of naughtiness, all the while dressed in a silky nightie. Note, there is not the slightest bit of mess, not a smidgen of chocolate down her nightie.
Last Monday we caught the end of the show again. For once Nigella wasn't wearing her customary nightie.
Me : "How odd, she's not wearing one of her nighties."
Wife : "Disappointed are you?"
Me : "Not at all, I'm just sayin'."
Wife : "She is wearing a remarkably tight top though."
Me : "It's nice."
Wife : "Ha! You have a celebrity crush on Nigella Lawson!"
Me : "No I don't, I just said it was 'nice'."
Wife : "Mo and Nigella sitting in a tree..."
My wife proceeds to mock me, I don't imagine she'll forget this quickly either. The things we men have to put up with. And for the record, I don't have a celebrity crush on Nigella.
P.S. A couple more awards have come my why, but I'll handle those during the week.
A helping hand, ca. 1910s
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