He thinks he has a very hard life. Mainly because he is surrounded by women. Three of us.
Move over junior Doctors working 60 hour weeks and Brain Surgeons, you have nothing on my husbands difficult life.
The latest chapter that he could add to his misery memoir happened on Sunday. I'd bought a nice piece of topside beef, cooked to perfection we sat down, our plates piled high with home made Yorkshires, scrummy veg and our delicious beef. Only something was missing.
'Did YOU buy anymore horseradish?'
Me, 'No, didn't know we were out. Have mustard.'
You'd have thought I was suggesting smearing the dogs grainy poo on his beef.
That ruined it for him.
The wife had not bought any horseradish!
If he was a cartoon character there would have been visible steam coming out of his ears.
This, my friends is what I have to deal with on a daily basis.
Chapter 2 is already being written about the price of a pint of Guinness in the pub these days (£10 for two pints - it's criminal)
Chapter 3&4 are about the receding hairline ('But you don't understand what it's like to look like Alan Shearer').
Chapter 5 The day he reversed into a petrol pump (And the £400 excess the insurance company charged)
Chapter 6 The day he had to spend 8 hours waiting for an Easy Jet flight at Glasgow Airport (with a hangover)
Chapter 7 Deciding age 6 to support Manchester City and the misery it's caused him.
It's got to be a Times Bestseller? Non?
5 comments:
Oh dear.....it's making me giggle, though. Especially the reversing into a petrol pump (although it's the kind of thing I might do, too).
NVG - You should try living with him! The girls even call him Mr Moody. Thing is, he just can't help himself.
Sounds like my husband who asked tonight if we had more vinegar, well I would have bought some if he had told me he was running out but as I don't use the stuff how the hell would I know? MEN!
RSM - Perhaps they've seen people looking through cupboards before the big shop and making a list? Or, that we are mind readers. Another one is, 'Where is my...?' like I'm his mum. And I always reply, mum-like 'Where did you last have it...' Ps thanks for popping over xx
Ha! My OH is the same with blinkin' tomato ketchup. 'Why didn't you get some in the shopping?' he'll ask. 'Juuuuuuust to piss you off,' I feel like replying. It's like they're biologically programmed to get grumpier with every passing year. God help us.
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