the queen.

so my lovely girlfriend. (and when i say lovely i mean an adorable brown hair, blue eyed angel with the most horrific tendency to physically abuse me at a whims notice) so her. the beautiful doll of everlasting torment told me a story this evening. 

a small girl in her mother's library enjoys coloring. apparently she's quite creative. so magically inventive in fact that elizabeth taylor has decided to purchase them to decorate a children's museum. to which information i replied, "O, I was unaware the queen enjoyed art." 

the following interaction ensued...i laughed heinously in my chair with lovely abuser pounding away at my unprotected spleen, liver and other vital bodily parts.

for this story to be humorous. you have to know that elizabeth taylor is in fact not the queen of england but an actress and only an immature, sleep deprived, under paid delinquent would find it so amusing as to infuriate his beloved with such idiocy. so this post is for my sake. to remember and appreciate. 

and for you. i have only this tidbit of insight...toothpaste.