Simon has demanded I post this story.
I fear that he might hack my account and do it himself if I don't, so here we go...
Have you ever gotten wine in your eyes?
I fear that he might hack my account and do it himself if I don't, so here we go...
Have you ever gotten wine in your eyes?
I did.
It wasn't pleasant.
A better question would be how did I get wine in my eyes?
The answer will amaze you but there's a bit of a back story here so bear with me.
I had broken a wine glass and put the broken glass in the garbage. My darling husband thought it would be hilarious to pretend to be cut by the glass while taking out the garbage. So hilarious, that he went to great lengths to make this as realistic as possible. He went down to the basement, retrieved a tube of fake blood and smeared 'blood' all over his hand.
On this particular day I was in a giggly mood and anything and everything would send me into a giggle-fit. The very moment he started screaming I happened to be taking a big gulp of my wine.
Before I continue, I must explain that it is one of Simon's life missions to catch me the moment I take a sip of a drink and make me laugh. Its one of our 'things' as a couple.
How cute.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, big sip of wine and screaming.
So apparently the sight of him covered in blood was hilarious to me so I projectile spat the wine out of my mouth in laughter and it ricocheted off my glass and hit me square in the eyes.
While I was scrambling around trying to find something to wipe my eyes with, Simon was demanding to know why I thought him cutting his hand was funny and poor little Quinn was just sitting in her highchair probably wondering why her parents are so embarrassingly weird.
End scene.
I can't make this stuff up. I wish I could.
Moral of this story = if you find yourself in a similar situation, try and aim the wine downwards and away from any glassware. Also, consider not marrying a man obsessed with making you laugh with a mouth full of wine.
Only three more days till the weekend
xo, Vicky
On this particular day I was in a giggly mood and anything and everything would send me into a giggle-fit. The very moment he started screaming I happened to be taking a big gulp of my wine.
Before I continue, I must explain that it is one of Simon's life missions to catch me the moment I take a sip of a drink and make me laugh. Its one of our 'things' as a couple.
How cute.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, big sip of wine and screaming.
So apparently the sight of him covered in blood was hilarious to me so I projectile spat the wine out of my mouth in laughter and it ricocheted off my glass and hit me square in the eyes.
While I was scrambling around trying to find something to wipe my eyes with, Simon was demanding to know why I thought him cutting his hand was funny and poor little Quinn was just sitting in her highchair probably wondering why her parents are so embarrassingly weird.
End scene.
I can't make this stuff up. I wish I could.
Moral of this story = if you find yourself in a similar situation, try and aim the wine downwards and away from any glassware. Also, consider not marrying a man obsessed with making you laugh with a mouth full of wine.
Only three more days till the weekend
xo, Vicky
