Cannot Speak – can barely type.

So, Mr Woog makes an appearance this morning after 2 weeks in Japan. Sauntering through the door with his skis over his shoulder and a goofy grin on his face, just gave me the instant shits.
I never remember agreeing to this annual trip of his but every year I get sooo frickin mad when he starts packing for it.
So I was forced to look at his photos and listen to him drone on and on and on and on about the eight feet of powder etc until my eyes glazed over and a bit of dribble came out of my mouth.
He then produced my gift – a large duty free KitKat. In white chocolate.
Cannot. Speak. So. Very. Mad.