I have been really good for the last few days. I haven’t scared the mailman, or pissed off next doors dog, or thrown gas-ex or condoms or any other “how did that get there?” items in anyone’s shopping cart… I haven’t even slung my phone across the room when it kept misspelling what I was trying to say – it couldn’t last.
Kind of like Icelandic Volcano, “Ay’ve-nay-feckin-clue” you just know that when I’m quiet, shits still bubbling away, fermenting, growing, waiting to burst out and splatter everything in sight.
Today was one of those days. Behaving just wasn’t an option. It was a bit of a conundrum though ‘cos tomorrow’s Easter Sunday and as we all know, that means Easter Eggs! I happen to know I have a Thornton’s Special Toffee Easter Egg waiting so I don’t want to jeopardise that. Talk about the horns of a dilemma huh? What’s a girl to do?
I was wandering around like a lost soul opening cupboards and drawers, looking for some kind of inspiration when ‘im indoors lolloped into the room. “What are you looking for?” Sez he
And there it was. Opportunity had knocked!
“I can’t find it” I whined, opening more and more drawers and cupboards.
“What are you looking for?”
“You know – my %*!£* “ I muttered intelligibly from the depths of a corner carousel cupboard. (Don’t worry, I didn’t climb in – that’s reserved for tumble dryers)
“I can’t hear you, what are you looking for? I might know where it is.”
Seriously? This is the man who can’t find his arse with both hands. He needs shat-nav to find the loo. He thinks he can find anything he’s looking for never mind anything I’m PRETENDING to be looking for?!
“I can’t find my ducksay.”
“Your what??”
“My ducksay”
“What’s a ducksay?”
“Quack, Quack”
It would appear we are now participating in an Easter Silence in this house. Either that – or I Am Being Ignored!! On an up note, every time my iPhone autocorrects to “ducking” today – it will actually be right!!
😁
We always have to be nice
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It’s a good job I do it so well huh?! 😂
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Indeed!😁
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I’m off to a deadline so just skimmed the start and it was enough to hook me. Soooo, I’ll be back later to read the rest of the story!! Love your writing style.
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Thank you 😊
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Just finished it. That was a riot.
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The first paragraph omg! Good one!! Great post 🙂
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Thank you 😊
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OMG!!! Hilarious!!! I might have to try that one!
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I dare you 😁
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Dare accepted! I work tomorrow, yes on Easter – somebody has to, this will be great fun in the operating room!
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🤣😂🤣
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Hahaha I have taught my phone to spell some pretty classy words but yeah sometimes I want to send it flying!
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Bahahahahahahaha! Good one 🙂
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Yeah. Theres a post. What is it, is it genetic that males can’t find ANYTHING?
Clay: wheres the milk?
Me: second shelf.
He’s standing at the fridge, doors open and literally standing right in front of it!
Clay: its not here! Are we out?
I have to get up, walk to kitchen, pick it up and hand it to him!
(Offering him some of those cookies we talked about earlier to go with it.)
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Yup. It’s official. Men are all the same! They just have different faces so we can tell them apart!
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You were so mean. What if he hid them on purpose? Or ate them? Both options would make it possible for him to know where they are.
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That’s the perils of marrying a Britchy!! He knew what he was getting into – we dated for five years before getting married!
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Thats the kinda thing makes me and Chris laugh childish but makes us belly laugh x thanks x
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I thought I was hilarious!!
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So did we x love being childish x
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He probably ate them as that’s what they do. The loving bastards we live with..
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