So Ive Got This Husband Right

And yesterday he phones me. So, he says, you want to be wife again or what?

What? NO, thats not the answer, thats in response to the question. What??? Do I Want to be your wife again?? He wants to come home.

I know, I know, its like im repeating myself round here lately isnt it? You heard me say this a couple of months ago didnt you? Turned out he was full of shit then. Actually, it turns out he was full of shit before then too, but that isnt really part of this story. Oh, ok, as it turns out the man is totally full of shit and that is the whole moral of the whole story. This chapter included.

This particular chapter started when the youngest princess spoke to her father yesterday morning, and blabbed out that mummy had a man over to visit. Kids. Cant keep nothing from em. And couple that with the upcoming anniversay of our wedding in just a few days. YOu guys remember that wedding dont you? The one that I went on and on about for months at a time? YOu know the one, the one where my lil heart was full to beyond bursting point, I think at some point it did actually burst itself across this here very computer screen for you all the see???? Ok, not this screen itself, Ive since gotten a new one of those.......

And now, now he doesnt even mention the word love at all. He just says, YOU WIN. I win what? What the hell do I win now? Not another damn booby prize surely? Cos I might have mentioned before I dont even have boobs. I have breasts. Breasts are classier, and perkier. Which is what my husband should be like as well. Classier and perkier than, so...youwant to be my wife again or what?

He does have a way with words doesnt he? You can tell it wasnt his eloquency that I fell for the first time round at all. Now that I think about it, I couldnt tell you what it was I fell for that first time round, but I can tell you this, I sure as hell aint about to fall for it again.

Todays thought....Men, it never rains but it pours.