I've been called a good many things in my life and I can't ever recall one of them being 'adorable'.
Maybe once, a long time I ago before I was in school. I think my aunt Harroldine (I'm sure she had the bad attitude due to her name) may have called me adorable. As I recall the full quote was "Well, aren't you fucking adorable?"
But I have a good imagination so I'm going to try this thing.
My best ex and I had a years long running dispute-over toothpaste. This was back in the day when all toothpaste looked exactly the same in the exactly same tube with only the label changed. Those days the tube had a screw top that was always sort of a pain in the ass to replace properly.
The ex and her girls could NEVER get the lid on. Ever, never, not even once by accident. The result of that was that every morning when I went to brush my teeth I had a hard little turd of dried toothpaste on my brush from the cap not being installed. (I was first in and out of the bathroom in the morning. Syd and her two girls could completely occupy 2 bathrooms for hours) I bitched about it routinely and regularly and even used it in a couple of arguments to PROVE how mistreated I was.
I was bitching (righteously)to my mentor about it, trying to figure out this years old conundrum. He suggested I wash the little dry bit down the drain before I start brushing. I'm telling you, the man is genius.
I guess that sorta shows my adorable side, what teeny bit there is of it.
Only one more thing. If you come to my house and eat all the cashews before I get to them I'll show you my less than adorable persona.
Lol...Toothpaste issue sorted...But thank goodness for those little flip caps!
So...Just saying mate...The old G-dog cannot be trusted with cashew nuts. I'm not even joking here. Cannot be trusted. Best lock those little cashewy bastards up!
P.s. If my name was Harroldine I reckon I'd be a grumpy fucker as well.
My aunt Harroldine was mean as a snake. She hated everything and everybody except my Mom and me. I can understand my mom, everybody loved her. But I'm guessing in my case it was simply because I was an adorable fucker at least once in my life.
I got to be Harroldine's caretaker for about 3 years at the end. Not to misunderstand I was essentially her driver. Sorta like Morgan Freeman. She lived alone right up to the end at 91. A rare bird indeed.
The flip top on the toothpaste tube is truly one of mankind's greatest achievements.
So...You were driving Miss Harreldine then...That'd make a good movie I reckon.