We have one of those wireless doorbell things at our apartment, however the stick tape that holds it on the wall has become unsticky – and as such – it’s now placed on a little ledge rather than on our doorframe.
Anyway we had ordered some delivery when Jill looked at me and said with concern in her voice,
“How will the delivery man let us know he’s here if he can’t see where we’ve put the doorbell?”
Looking at my wife in the same way a nurse looks at a patient who is making morphine induced comments, I simply replied,
“He’ll knock on the door”.
P A U S E
“Oh yes. Bugger. That’s a Jillyism isn’t it?”
Oh yes my sweetheart, yes it is.
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October 19, 2010 at 12:25 am |
My suggestion would be when tiredness strikes, you keep quiet Jill or your evil husband will exploit it for no ones gain.
October 19, 2010 at 12:39 am |
what the fuck were you doing ordering food in anyway? whats the point of having a wife if youre going to do that?
October 19, 2010 at 9:42 am |
so… if that’s such a stupid question, why the hell do you have a doorbell in the first place?
October 19, 2010 at 7:45 pm |
Love it
…….. roll on the next one. xx
October 20, 2010 at 11:34 pm |
It’s called being part of the civilized World Lauren – you might discover it now you’re out of Oz. Ha.