A few months ago, DP and I were out shopping for his mums birthday. He wanted to buy her 50 shades of grey, which I tried profusely to talk him out of.
"but everyone I know loved it! It can't be that bad!"
Whatever, make sure she knows I had nothing to do with it! (I usually pick her presents).
Fast forward to this morning, and he's actually read it for himself. (I lent him my kindle to take away to work).
Text message reads: "what sort of sick and twisted sh*t have you been reading?!!!???! How could you let me buy that for my MOTHER?!"
I did warn you!!
This post has been edited by EssentialBludger: 15/01/2013, 11:53 AM