Or giant kid. If you see this post David, you know I'm right.
Guess who left the country and took his car keys and the key to our bike lock with him? Go ahead and guess - I'll wait.
Here's a hint - he doesn't have his car or our bikes with him in Merry Ol' England. If you guessed Your husband - you're right!
Let's see what you've won! A bike you can't ride and a car you can't move. Congratulations!
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Ah, to be compared to a pet. In that way, we husbands would simply be lightly scolded then warmly snuggled when we crapped on the floor or tore into the Fatty Snax before anyone had a chance to put them out of harm's way...
[pat, pat on the head] Good boy... such a good boy! There's my good boy! Now go outside...
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