My husband is horrible...
Its Saturday... And it's usually the one and only day of the week where he will get up before me (I'm usually awake, but after peeing 70million times in the night, I just can't face getting out of bed AGAIN)...
I hear stories of pregnant wives being brought breakfast or a cuppa tea in bed by their wonderful husbands...But not mine... Oh no.. He comes bounding into the bedroom and said....
"Why do they call PMS.... PMS...?"... (me looks confused.. where's my bloody cuppa!!!???
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"....Because Mad Cows Disease was already taken!!!"
Then he walks out in fits of laughter... I'm not speaking to him atm... I'm using my daughter as a translator...

Its Saturday... And it's usually the one and only day of the week where he will get up before me (I'm usually awake, but after peeing 70million times in the night, I just can't face getting out of bed AGAIN)...
I hear stories of pregnant wives being brought breakfast or a cuppa tea in bed by their wonderful husbands...But not mine... Oh no.. He comes bounding into the bedroom and said....
"Why do they call PMS.... PMS...?"... (me looks confused.. where's my bloody cuppa!!!???



"....Because Mad Cows Disease was already taken!!!"

Then he walks out in fits of laughter... I'm not speaking to him atm... I'm using my daughter as a translator...

