He was a mild mannered engineer. Polite fellow, well kept room, eager smile. It wasn’t his fault that he had to spend half a year in the dorm room opposite mine.
I decided he was too “nice”, so I decided to give him a much more masculine, fear inspiring name. Poochy would do just nicely!
Reborn into a new level of danger, the pooch became an automatic chick magnet, succeeding, just before his return to Tasmania, in winning the attention of one Jackie (Jacqui? K works much better for me!) Brown. The fact that she shares a name with a Tarantino movie meant that she had automatic credibility with yours truly.
So it’s two years later & the Pooch now officially has a Mrs Pooch! The Jury is still out re: whether she inherits the name “Mrs Pooch” or maintains “Jackie Brown”. It’s line-ball at the moment…
Anyway, in other news, I just had my last ever lecture for my Bth. I also handed in my last assignment & now I stand 2 exams (5 essays) away from graduation. What a crazy world!
Jackie made the dress herself! It was pretty darn cool!
What an awesome cake!
