You, yes YOU....beware the lone cyclist lest s/he pulls a George on ya!
OMG, OMG, OMG......i don't know who's wackier than George at the moment. That man is creepy under normal circumstances but in the face of REJECTION, he is manic!
First off he took Bree to this new house he'd bought and then asked her to marry him. Before Bree could respond, his mom and her friend popped in with champagne congratulating Bree on the engagement. Hawu! If that's not pressure i don't know what is. In the end Bree said OK, not YES I'LL MARRY YOU but OK.
Bree then went to speak to her therapist (??) about the engagement and eventually saw how ridiculous it is that she agreed to be George's wife out of a sense of politeness.
Later on in the evening she and George went back to that house and there was a group of George's friends and family that had gathered to congratulate them on theier engagement. The "lovebirds" then spoke about how fast they were moving and Bree told George that her therapist had made her realise that they don't even know each other that well to get married. With disappointment (the beginnings of mad thoughts) on George's face, he agreed to take things slowly. Huh!
this is George dealing with his problem!
On the other side of town, Gabby was having her model friends over for lunch and didn't want them to see that she was pregnant so she went and got a size DOUBLE ZERO dress which was a bit snug for her comfort. Well after much struggling and exaggeration (see below) she went to Bree and got her to "sew her in the dress". This was all thrown back in her face when the first thing her friends said was OMG, YOU'RE PREGNANT! You should have seen the expression on her face!
Gabby's drama didn't end there (surprise!), but she ended up on a stretcher headed to the hospital after she tumbled down the stairs running away from the new deranged neighbour who had managed to sneak in her house while she was at Bree's, after he had unchained himself and ran out of the room he had been locked up in all this time. Long sentence i know but to break it down would mean typing up three paragraphs!
Gabby clutching the "sonar pic" of her baby on her way to hospital.
She's only here cause i loved her dress although she still looks like a beetroot in red!
So yeah in a nutshell i learned not to jog on my own or even walk around the neighbourhood on my own cause there just might be someone planning to pull a George on me.
If not that, i might be asked to identify a random body part in isiZulu-eish!