As usual, once my husband comes back from China, settles down, unpacks a bit, he would next go to the bed to check if there's any evidence of another man on our bed. Man, in this context, means cat. Evidence, means fur. He knows from past experience i used to allow the cats in to sleep on the bed when he's far and away. And usually on his side of the bed, which he's not too pleased about, with all the kutus and fur, and their lack of toilet manners...(wipe, (arse) who wipes?)
After scanning his side, he would still accuse me of letting the fuzzies sleep in the room. Even though the bed has no fur. Sheesh, it's probably hard to pledge innocence when i have done it one time too many....apparently hubby has even gone to such extent to tell me that a feng shui master said not to let pets sleep with u becos they suck all your chi and bring bad luck. What a load of crock.
He seems to be more concerned about cats on the bed. I wonder what he thinks if it were a real guy in the bed instead...hmmm...
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