After downing a few pints of Strongbow in our local pub one evening, what do you think the hubby writes down on a piece of paper for me as we get home and he wants to give me instructions of some sort? He’s on the phone to his friend in Ottawa at the time, while sipping a glass of wine, so not only is he a bit squiffy at this point, but he also has his hands full with a phone to his ear and a glass in his hand as he talks to Melanie about his troubles du jour.
Do you know what it says?
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I think it says “My husband is an idiot for sharing personal matters with the world”. That’s my guess.