Marko doesn't regularly read my blog. He reads it a few times a month, which makes it very difficult for me to have a big moan about his as I never know when he will read it. NOT that I have anything to moan about, oh no! He is the PERFECT husband and not AT ALL a pain in the arse. (love you darling, mean it)
Anyhow, he read it the other day and came across the Nekkid post (about getting undressed in front of the open blinds) and said "I see most people agreed with me in the comments". I said "no way! Most people agreed with me!" It was so funny - I was totally convinced that most people sided with me and he was totally convinced most people sided with him. Just shows you, you see what you want to see. Unless you are my neighbour, in which case you apparently see all.
Poor Marko is sick. Well, the kids have been sick'ish (snotty)* and I just knew Marko would get sick too. Not meaning to point fingers, but one of us (him) always gets sick when the kids get sick and the other (me) has a MUCH stronger constitution. *cough*
Yesterday I went to the pharmacy and ask the pharmacist for some medicine for Man Flu. So he said "for what?" Man Flu, I said. "What's that?" It's when men get all sick and pathetic and act like they are dying. He thought it was hilarious. Although he did try and convince me that it was a real sickness once I explained what it was. As if, buddy! Now hand over that 'woe is me' medicine.
Of course Marko forgets to take the medicine to work today so I can just imagine how much whimpering and snivelling must be going on at work. Poor buggers.
It's Marko's birthday tomorrow. He is still not nearly 40! My little toyboy. I would bake a cake, but my mother borrowed my flour yesterday. She sent me this rather ungrateful text message a few hours later:
"Flour full of weevils. Expired 8/08"
Not sure what her point was? Told her to just pick them out.
*It is soooooo difficult to try prevent the kids from sharing their snot with Max. I don't want to get all paranoid and not let them close to him, but they keep wanting to smooch him with their snot infested little faces right on his. A sick, snotty baby is no fun. Actually, a sick snotty anything (husband/baby etc) is no fun.
Right, off to buy a homemade cake from the shop. Later dudes. xx