Tiger and I are locked in a battle of wills.
He is being a grumpy humpy and I am in a good mood. It can't last. The good mood that is. Even Rocky is growling and barking at him.
I have been telling Tiger that if he doesn't cheer up I will have to do him in for his own good. He thinks that's really funny. Yeah! Just goes to show you how underestimated I am.
I have said I am leaving home and taking the dog. He says he will swallow the key for the gate. I said I would take his truck and drive through the gate after having cut him up into little pieces and burying him all over Calheme. I reackon the only way he can be found is if the part that swallowed the key is discovered by a metal detector freak.
We have Britains Got Talent on and Herbie is singing Mandy. I told the husband that, that is the universe telling him to treat the wee wifey better. He says he loves the wee wifey.
Men are so getting bent out of shape these days. Tiger says it's because us women are grumpy too.
It is perhaps related to the fact that women are the stronger sex in that we have a greater pain threshold and have the instinct to fight to the death for our children. Men are ruled by the trouser snake. Tiger can make a tent out of a 15 tog duvet so I have nothing to complain about.
Hang on! How did it get turned round and I am about to cuddle him?
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