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My hubby is often the butt of my jokes and certainly a lot of the inspiration for my writing. What has amazed me though, is how many other women say, after reading a blog post or my books, that they are married to his twin brother.
If that is the case, then you too will often wish to murder him!
Last week hubby cheesed me off big time by insisting on washing the car. No, that shouldn’t be a problem, but the weather forecast was for rain. I knew that because hubby told me he had heard it and was grumpy about it all morning mumbling about living in “the rotten UK”.
He spent an hour washing it, drying it, shining it and generally admiring it. He came in, got changed to go out and as we left, the heavens opened.
We got no further than one hundred yards down the lane before a tractor went past splattering us with muddy water. Hubby was furious and ranted for the rest of the journey, during which the car got dirtier and dirtier. When a lorry overtook us and coated us with large lumps of mud, I thought he would explode.
I sat back and bit my tongue, hard. What had he thought would happen? Black clouds had been looming all morning.
I think he washed it deliberately so he could complain.
The car got filthy. Hubby grumbled, swore and had a mood blacker than the skies above. Guess what he did the second we got back home? Yes, he washed the darn thing again!
Some days I feel like walloping him with a heavy-duty saucepan.
In the spirit of the new book How Not to Murder Your Grumpy, which will give you alternatives to whacking him over the head and burying him under the flowerbed, let me know what your husband does that needles you.
Come on. Don’t be shy. Let it all out. I’m revealing myHow Not to Murder Your Grumpy cover, so why don’t you reveal your pet hates about your grumpy old man?
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