Chuck out that chintz

Somebody help me I'm stuck at my man's parents house AKA The Land that Taste Forgot (how did these people rear a gay man?) There are doilies and chintz everywhere you look. The only comfort is I should have been in work today but I threw a(nother) sickie. They aren't bad really, they introduce me as their son's boyfriend in this kind of defiant way that makes me laugh. Im mostly blogging right now to holler to my hard working gorgeous little minx Chica, love, I feel a trip to IKEA coming on! I'd better get back to the Von Trapp's. We're having a Sound of Music themed weekend. But with less nuns and more same sex action.