Our Weekend with Two Feet
Scene 1: Me, finished with all weekly chores, settle on the couch with a well deserved cup of tea, pleased to see the sparkling floor. Almost about to take the first sip and realise it's awfully quiet.
Scene 2: I put my precious cup of tea down and run to bedroom 1 and scream in horror. Two-feet grins back, a bit confused and completely covered with grease. A Vaseline box in one hand, loads of jelly on the other, smeared on the face, legs, arms, clothes, the wooden chest and the floor!!!
Scene 3: Husband rushes in, looks for a while, opens his mouth (intending to tell me I'm overreacting), looks at my red face and decides to reserve the comments for a better hour.
Scene 4: I scrub the floor, clothes, furniture and husband scrubs two feet. My tea cup jeers at me all through those agonising moments...
Scene 2: I put my precious cup of tea down and run to bedroom 1 and scream in horror. Two-feet grins back, a bit confused and completely covered with grease. A Vaseline box in one hand, loads of jelly on the other, smeared on the face, legs, arms, clothes, the wooden chest and the floor!!!
Scene 3: Husband rushes in, looks for a while, opens his mouth (intending to tell me I'm overreacting), looks at my red face and decides to reserve the comments for a better hour.
Scene 4: I scrub the floor, clothes, furniture and husband scrubs two feet. My tea cup jeers at me all through those agonising moments...
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