Well, as per the title.
So I spend all day working on our new bathroom.
Quick wash and wipe over of the turbo.
Manage to sneak a quick half hour in my man cave on the concept 2 rower.
So I come out, showered and ready for a blast around the lanes (under the excuse of a trip to Mac Donald's to feed my constantly hungry 13 year old son.
Then I see my missus all done up, Jewellery and she's holding something:
MY KEYS
I'd totally forgotten that she had arranged a girls night out as a belated birthday trip to a fancy restaurant, don't worry she says, it's posh there and they have safe parking.
She drove off and I saw my shiny car looking hot with this woman in it heading towards the roundabout.
I've just come back in and there is a sink full of washing up and the bin needs emptying because it smells of empty tuna tins.
Question:
Should I call the restaurant with a bomb scare?
Should I put the contents of the bin in HER car.
Should I empty the bin and load the dishwasher as brownie points for extra freedom vouchers in the near future?
I can tell you, the real bummer is that my car looked so good as she drove off in it, like all shiny and nice. It's just not fair.
End of rant.
SERIOUS edit:
She's taken my bank card - like actually taken it, it's a joint account but she never uses it as it's got my money in it. This is serious, like really serious.
So I spend all day working on our new bathroom.
Quick wash and wipe over of the turbo.
Manage to sneak a quick half hour in my man cave on the concept 2 rower.
So I come out, showered and ready for a blast around the lanes (under the excuse of a trip to Mac Donald's to feed my constantly hungry 13 year old son.
Then I see my missus all done up, Jewellery and she's holding something:
MY KEYS
I'd totally forgotten that she had arranged a girls night out as a belated birthday trip to a fancy restaurant, don't worry she says, it's posh there and they have safe parking.
She drove off and I saw my shiny car looking hot with this woman in it heading towards the roundabout.
I've just come back in and there is a sink full of washing up and the bin needs emptying because it smells of empty tuna tins.
Question:
Should I call the restaurant with a bomb scare?
Should I put the contents of the bin in HER car.
Should I empty the bin and load the dishwasher as brownie points for extra freedom vouchers in the near future?
I can tell you, the real bummer is that my car looked so good as she drove off in it, like all shiny and nice. It's just not fair.
End of rant.
SERIOUS edit:
She's taken my bank card - like actually taken it, it's a joint account but she never uses it as it's got my money in it. This is serious, like really serious.
