wanted to have you..

I have chocolate melted all over my bed, scored an old jumper, scarf and leopard print (unsure of these..) tights of mums, and, somehow, I've managed to convince my uncle to let me drive his car to the restaurant we're getting dinner from. This should be interesting, seeing as I haven't driven in a month, and the last time it happened, I'm pretty sure both Mum and I were over the limit. No idea how I got away with it. But, God, help us.