ALL WEEK I have been telling hubby that I was going out after work last night, because a girl was leaving.
Even when he rang yesterday morning I mentioned it when I asked him what he wanted me to get out for him for dinner because I WASNT GOING TO BE HERE, I WAS GOING OUT FOR TEA.
So, fast forward to 11.00 p.m when I walk in the door to be met with:mad “where have you been”
Not a worried “OMG I was so worried about you”; the evil eyed “where the fuck have you been” stare is what I got
THEN…he insisted I hadn’t told him, until I reminded him about the dinner conversation earlier that morning…
His face was priceless…then he had to do the old “crawl” job
Anyway…thats my rant…I told him when he asked what time I start today that I would write it down on the back of his hand for him. (that didnt go down well)