I
had one of those father-daughter moments today.
We've had a couple
before now, men and the evil S word, and they went off relatively well, but
today was the most important - the one which would see her comfortably through
life both single and hopefully one day, married.
It started relatively
well but quickly degenerated into her storming off with the usual door slamming
hysteria before ramming earplugs deeply into her heard and screeching that I
hated her and clearly wished she were dead.
Apparently the act of
switching off lights when leaving a room, and horrors, the mechanics of
actually replacing a used toilet roll were all too traumatic, and I was an
uncaring monster for even broaching the subject in the first place.
After that the thought
of introducing the sticky subject of replacing wet bath towels sort of paled so I
sought other, less dangerous occupations like chasing off the dog fox who was
about to eat our new kitten bravely scouting the back garden for prey.
Sounds like your day was a total blast of fun.
ReplyDeleteWith two women and two cats it's never dull around here.
DeleteIt’s the other way around in this house. I spend my days hounding my ever loving husband about those kinds of things!
ReplyDeleteI once committed the heinous crime of leaving the lavatory seat up. It was about thirty years ago but 'er indoors still brings it up every few days.
ReplyDeleteI'm such a swine.