I Swear Blind I Tried
byTracey needed sleep so I set about making sure she got it. She was pretty much doomed from that moment on.
Tracey needed sleep so I set about making sure she got it. She was pretty much doomed from that moment on.
I felt, rather than saw, Tracey leave our bed. Feigning sleep is an important part of the game.
“You’re feral!” screamed Master9 on the balcony, causing me to race out of the house to see what the fuss was.
I’ve this thing lately for fancy footwear.
We were headed for the supermarket to buy my wife a birthday present. That ‘husband of the year’ trophy is in the bag.
“All we need to do,” I told my wife, “is buy an old table and cut the legs down. I’ve got a saw!” Anyone who’s ever seen or heard about my efforts with a hammer is now shuddering involuntarily.
If you’ve ever read one of my posts and then thought, ‘what the hell is Tracey doing letting him near her children’, you’re not alone. I have too.
I’ve decided to show you what my wife does when I ask her to touch up a photo of me for my blog.
Beep! Beep!
“No! She wouldn’t,” I said as I spun around.
Turns out she would.
One of the things I love about working in the bank are all the stories customers tell me…
It took a while but I got it down to ten.