You'd think by now I'd learn to avoid the traps when talking to Jibra'il. I've been friends with him for almost six years. Apparently, I can't.
Example.
This morning he called me a Pictsie. And threatened to dunk me in woad.
Went through my day.
Showed him a set of
fairy wings I want. Like, I have major grabby hands for. MAJOR grabby hands. (if you want to get together and get a pair for me, clear with copper veins. :P I would seriously love you, my flist, forever.)
This is what I got from him.
me: So.
me: I have a major case of grabby hands.
me:
http://fancyfairy.com/titaniawings.htmlhim: *slaps hands* No.
me: But!
me: Christmas.
me: And I wants 'em.
him: *slaps hands* No.
me: :(
me: I'll pout.
him: *slaps hands*
him: No.
me: YES!
him: -.- that is
me: I promise I won't wear them with garb.
him:: OK.
him: Only for the RenFaire.
him: And around the house.
me: Not even then.
me: House, maybe.
him: *LOL*
me: Shoots with Ruaidhri, yes.
him: *LOL*
me: But not with garb.
him: Wait...this goes with the whole Pictsie comment from this morning.
him: *dips in woad*
me: Dammit.
me: -.-
him: <=== was right!
him: HA!
me: You're mean.
him: *evils*
me: I am -so- blogging this.
him: And I love how you soooo set yourself up for this too.
me: Hush.
him: *pokes*
me: -.-
me: Grr.
him: You'd think after how many years of talking to me you'd have figured out how to avoid the traps... ;)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Silly brother.
I need to learn much better. Or not forget so easily.