When my boyfriend asks me what I’m thinking I always find myself in a dilemma. Should I tell him and waste precious minutes of our lives babbling about the tenthousand thoughts that has been passing through my head the last hour or should I go “nothing much” and suffer his relentless persistence in getting me to tell him because he can tell I’m thinking and he wants to know what goes on in my head?
Last night we watched Disney’s Christmas Show and he foolishly asked me this question during the Pluto and Chip and Dale segment. So I went on a tirade about how how I’ve been thinking about what it must have been like to paint the backgrounds, animate the scenes, come up with the gags, what was in the presents Pluto stepped into like shoes, how differently Americans decorate their trees compared to us, how weird it is that they celebrate Christmas on the 25th and why does Mickey have so many presents lying around hus house when it’s just him and Pluto? Etc etc.
When my boyfriend asks me what I’m thinking I always find myself in a dilemma. Should I tell him and waste precious minutes of our lives babbling about the tenthousand thoughts that has been passing through my head the last hour or should I go “nothing much” and suffer his relentless persistence in getting me to tell him because he can tell I’m thinking and he wants to know what goes on in my head?
Last night we watched Disney’s Christmas Show and he foolishly asked me this question during the Pluto and Chip and Dale segment. So I went on a tirade about how how I’ve been thinking about what it must have been like to paint the backgrounds, animate the scenes, come up with the gags, what was in the presents Pluto stepped into like shoes, how differently Americans decorate their trees compared to us, how weird it is that they celebrate Christmas on the 25th and why does Mickey have so many presents lying around hus house when it’s just him and Pluto? Etc etc.