
ROFL!!
Aaaah but the shame should really be in the fact that you can't seem to play us at
your own game!
The evidence M'lud:
Scene 1: A rustling from the kitchen.I think "whats that @$&* dog doing now!?" only to find the 'man' of the house standing puce faced with arms behind back...
Me: what have you got there?
Him: Nothing!! (Clutching the last cadburys mini-roll, he knows I was saving for myself!)
Scene 2: We are in Harvey Nicks....and have been for the past (he would say year) I would say 10 minutes. I can't decide the Jimmy choo boots or the Karen Millen coat, I'm waxing lyrical about key winter pieces.... he mutters under his breath...
"&£@* don't care...only $£@* clothes... wish I was down the pub...@£$&*!!"
Me: what did you say???
Him: Nothing!!
Scene 3: We are in the Supermarket, Ive lost him!for the hundreth time in only 10 minutes. (I'm seriously considering buying some of those reins you get for wandering 2 year olds!!) Eventually I find him by the magazines... once again puce faced arms hidden behind his back....
Me: What you got there?
Him: Nothing!!!
And as I turn and walk away and he replaces the 'Nuts' magazine he was drooling over when he thinks Im now no longer looking... I wonder how has he not come to realise we women have eyes in the back of our heads (for dogs,children and men!!)
So!
I would rather be mistress of the 'amber light' "nothing!"
than
Master of the 'guilty as puppy beside a pile of poo' "nothing!"
;-)