The Night Of The Short Knife

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So,  hubby  and I were sitting down over a glass of wine discussing taxes. Hubby decided to go to bed.

I was somewhat bored because it was quite early. So I waited for about 10 minutes and then went upstairs with the knife that surfer dude had given me for Christmas. For veggies.

I turned on the light and stood there with my knife raised in a really threatening manner. Hubby rolled over and said …Irishgirl – I’m tired.

So I said ok.

I took my knife and scarpered.

The following morning he said to me, I had this really weird dream about you and a knife.

 

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2 Responses to The Night Of The Short Knife

  1. Made me laugh . . . .

  2. Moles says:

    You really mustn’t eat braised onion rings before bedtime…

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