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.