Friday, 11 July 2008

Husband has dropped me in it . . . . . . . .

again!

Husband and I share a desk diary. I noticed a few days ago there was a very scribbled entry for today which read 'golf'. I assumed this meant Husband was playing golf - as you would.

I am informed this morning that no - he is not playing golf - we are hosting his golf buddies and their wives to a BBQ which I think will actually be occurring in the rain!

I once cured Husband of hanging his suit on my wardrobe door (why not his own side) by placing a coathanger or other uncomfortable objects in his side of the bed every time the above mentioned suit appeared hanging on my wardrobe door. This certainly worked! I shall now be hatching up a cunning plan to try and cure husband of leaving me in the dark over social engagements.

2 comments:

Linda said...

Those kind of things really work well as training aids. My husband used to leave his socks everywhere and used toothpicks on the night table. I put the toothpicks in the socks and washed them as usual and just put them away. He quit doing both:)

Liz said...

A cold sausage in the bed maybe? Or would he like that?!