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17/07/2005

The cake saga: worse was to come... 

Sexism in our house? Are you serious?!

All right, I'm hiding my face in shame, because you see...

The fact that dh drives a brand-new-replaced-every-two-years-on-the-dot-prestige-brand-demon-machine in flashy silver is because he is... A Man

The fact that I drive a seven-year-old dumpster that all my kids and several of the neighbours kids have learned to drive in, and minimus once memorably knocked a wall down in, is because I am... A Woman.

Why am I telling you this? Because the blasted cake might have survived if we'd travelled the one and a half hour journey to my son's house in my car- as it was, it didn't make it out of the yard...

With his best Mr Toad face on, and even a parp, parp to warn unsuspecting villagers that the demon machine was about to shoot out of our gates, Mr Toad stamped his foot on the accelerator.

The Cake, which I was prepared to hold lovingly for the entire trip (to keep it safe), ended up in my lap.

Oh, the joys of married life.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend, everyone!!
Susan

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