Hmm... for about every time I think I'll sever all ties with him, Hubby comes up with something that makes me think he's not that bad actually.
This morning we had a fight over water problems in our flat. (Now you tell me how I'm responsible for the damn security fellow not ordering water in time!)
He, glumly: * coming out at 8.30 from a long sojourn in the loo* "There's no water in the pipe".
She, acidly: * running late for her office* "I know. That's why I have my bath as early as possible".
He, immediately grabbing onto excuse to blame wife: "If you knew, why didn't you do something about it?"
She, with a superior air: "I did- that is when I asked you to HAVE YOUR BATH SOON"!
He: "You should have collected some water in the bucket, at least".
She: "I had so many other things to do".
He: You're never bothered about me!
She: Purses her lips and gives him a glare that conveys that all because of his laggardliness, she's going to get late to her new office. An ominous silence reigns.
He giving her a glare back. I'm not going to office today. YOU can go, and do whatever.
Now this is a mean, mean, MEAN thing to do, cos he knows I haven't driven to my office alone ever, AND he broke the side view mirror of the car, so I had told him yesterday that I wanted him to fix it before I'd drive alone.
But- I am not me for nothing!
I marched into the bedroom, changed my attire and told him that I was going to office. And I sailed out of home, car keys in hand, not forgetting to wave bye to my sweet little mother, who's home and is a blessing in these times, when otherwise I'd have yelled back at the husband and brought the roof down.
I drove with my heart under those pedals. But I'm proud to say that I reached office in record time. And I managed to bloody (sorry) park as well, on a ramp like thing from where the security guys would heave it to whatever floor they liked. (I have no clue how I'm supposed to get it down now in the evening.)
And while I did call up my Mom to tell her I reached safely and in one piece, I did NOT call the mean husband. But to his credit, the man did call up a little later asking me where I had parked the car- his way of getting to know that I had arrived in one piece. Husbands!
Came a call sometime back from the man, asking me why my blog was all bright.
"Bright !?" I echoed, having been totally immersed in work and not having opened the blog, save for the morning check on comments.
"Bright", he repeated.
"I don't know", said I . "I haven't checked my blog". And we said bye.
Now, having seen couple of friends' blogs suddenly get hijacked, I got worried with the sudden observation of my husband. And if he- a techno' geek, couldn't figure out what had happened, what COULD have happened?
click! click! click! I opened my blog and the bright yellow colour hit me. As did- the wonderful new header!
O! O! O!
He's gone and created a new header for me.
And isn't that header a perfect depiction of me right now, with no maid?
Isn't he a darling?
Apparently its an advance b'day gift for me.
He couldn't have got me a better one, could he?
Hmmm... time to kiss and make up?
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