Squeezing toothpaste
One early morning, I was out in the living room watching tv, while waiting for Alan to wake up.
Then, I heard someone screaming: “DEAR, DEAARRR…………..”
It’s eerie… the sound came from the bathroom.
And it doesn’t sound loving.
This tone of voice = Alan’s in trouble = I’m the cause of the trouble (kekek…)
“Oops…um… ya? What did I do again?”
“Come… come on in… here…in the bathroom…NOW.”
“Whaaattt?!….” pretending to sound irritated (it seems like this kind of pretence works somehow or another).
This is what he showed me.
“Oh… that…sorry, wait, wait… let me go get my camera…” I giggled.
“What?!”
“Um… I’m gonna put this up in my blog to remind myself not to do it again, ok?”
“You better promise… or else….everytime like that, dunno how to squeeze toothpaste…” and he blabbered on and on….
Well…… (*shrug)
June 22, 2007 at 10:05 pm
I know how he feels!!!
My wife constantly does the same as you do and it drives me Bonkers!
aftewr twenty years the only solution is to live in seperate houses (next door to each other) and to each have our own tube of tothpaste
June 24, 2007 at 3:22 am
geee…. I have learnt to squeeze toothpaste properly now.
June 24, 2007 at 4:47 am
H J you may wel find that old habits like this have a nasty habit of reaserting themselves….
Good luck with it anyway
cheers
June 26, 2007 at 7:08 am
yup… need your luck… muahahah…