Saturday, March 28, 2009

Wasted!

I was doing the ironing in the kitchen when Husband walked through into the hall. After a minute or so he called, 'Can you move Betty for me?'
'No!' I shouted. 'I'm in the middle of my ironing!'
It all went quiet and then Husband came into the kitchen, a big grin on his face. 'I was talking to Younger Son,' he said.

Fiddle! A whole week's worth of assertiveness used up in one fell swoop. And wasted!

Husband came over and kissed me on the cheek. 'She's lovely, isn't she, George?'

3 comments:

Leslie: said...

Awwww...that is SO sweet! I get kisses like that now, too, and I just love it.

Berni said...

I hate to iron, hubby does it.

Liz Hinds said...

But I did feel foolish, leslie!

Lucky you, vic grace!