And then Dal said "and you were on the phone with Bro yelling orders about what should be done for dinner, saying go to KFC and buy me some chicken". Which couldn't have been further from the truth if it had jumped into a rocket, shaved all it's hair off its body (so it could be aerodynamic) and tooted its own path all the way to the fourth world (Borovnia).
What really went down was a slightly more boring domestic version of wife avoiding making dinner; wife giving random excuse of meat refreezing and making us all sick if it was eaten; wife on phone with sister; wife doesn't care what we eat; wife would rather starve herself than eat anything that takes any effort; husband once again contemplating pizza; husband suggesting pizza...
AND THEN
"we can have pizza and if you like I can go get some KFC for you" - said with a decidedly displeased expression pasted (with strong glue) all over his face. Displeased because he was already in his pyjamas. Displeased because driving is hard. Dear Husband, pizza is fine with me. I don't need KFC. I can see that the suggestion was made because you love me, but I can also see that the suggestion may be causing you some discomfort.
Dal likes to make large and grandly obvious false statements about what I do and say. He waits with a grin on his face for my somewhat predictable reaction. Mostly sputtering, opening and closing mouth and lots of denying. And he will keep it going until I realise that he is teasing. Then we have a good giggle, he smacks my tush and we go to sleep.
What really went down was a slightly more boring domestic version of wife avoiding making dinner; wife giving random excuse of meat refreezing and making us all sick if it was eaten; wife on phone with sister; wife doesn't care what we eat; wife would rather starve herself than eat anything that takes any effort; husband once again contemplating pizza; husband suggesting pizza...
AND THEN
"we can have pizza and if you like I can go get some KFC for you" - said with a decidedly displeased expression pasted (with strong glue) all over his face. Displeased because he was already in his pyjamas. Displeased because driving is hard. Dear Husband, pizza is fine with me. I don't need KFC. I can see that the suggestion was made because you love me, but I can also see that the suggestion may be causing you some discomfort.
Dal likes to make large and grandly obvious false statements about what I do and say. He waits with a grin on his face for my somewhat predictable reaction. Mostly sputtering, opening and closing mouth and lots of denying. And he will keep it going until I realise that he is teasing. Then we have a good giggle, he smacks my tush and we go to sleep.
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Our husbands share a brain. Which is sad, because I have to think mine would do a lot better with a complete brain all his own.
roflol...
that conversation is pretty much identical to the one we have at least twice a week... hahahahahaha
well.. apart from the tush smacking and the going to sleep hungry bits..
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