Last Monday started off with one of those funny conversations you just don’t expect! After searching the entire bathroom and en suite for my shampoo and conditioner bottles I concluded I’d either gone quite mad or someone had taken them.
Into the kitchen.
Me: ” Love, (never call the husband by his actual real name, always with the pet names!) did you see my shampoo & conditioner? I swore I left them next to the bath…”
Love: *looks sheepish and giggles manically* “Ahem, well darlin’ (never calls me by my given name either!) your bottles are down the garden.”
Me: *I got nothin’ here…just a confused and furrowed brow awaiting further crazy explanation and reassuring myself that crazy has married crazy!
Love: “I used them as missiles out the window at 6am after that f****’ rooster woke me up!”
And off down the garden I go, in my nightdress, wearing Love’s slippers because if I was going to go looking for my own at that stage after the futile fifteen minutes I’d wasted on the toiletries that were now, literally, planted in the lawn…! Grrr..
I had to shower the two bottles before I could shower myself.
Sometimes things get a little crazy ’round here. But we laugh. And we’re happy. And maybe a little mad! x