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:
Awwww...that is SO sweet! I get kisses like that now, too, and I just love it.
I hate to iron, hubby does it.
But I did feel foolish, leslie!
Lucky you, vic grace!
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