Channeling Miss Piggy – Is He a Man or a Muppet?

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Cricketβ¦urgh!
Iβm going to come out and say it. I bloody hate it. Besides the fact that is clearly as boring as bat shit, Hubbster seems to think that the very fact that it is on the TV absolves him of all familial responsibility.
What is so freaking fascinating about a bunch of guys standing around hitting a ball with a piece of wood? I donβt get it.
Anyway, regardless of what I do, or donβt understand about the game (read, give two hoots about) Hubbster loves it. Fair enough. He is completely at a loss to understand why I covet my book collection. The only book he ever reads is the Guiness Book of Records (the 2007 edition) on the toilet, and only because it has lots of pictures.
I get that we are different, but after spending the day in separate child-wrangling pursuits, I donβt mind telling you that I was looking forward to a few wind-down glasses of wine and someβ¦huh hmmmβ¦adult time.
So when Hubbster announced after we put the children to bed that he was just βpopping up the cricket club for a beer,β (read going out for a few hours) I was more than a little disappointed. Yeah, a few other choice words sprang to mind, but weβll run with βdisappointed.β
Of course I could have resorted to the olβ wily-woman style charms (read, βjust told him that he was on a promise) but adding this after he has said he is going out kind of smacks of manipulation, donβt you think?
Donβt get me wrong, Iβm not adverse to using sex to get what I want from him, (donβt look at me like that, you know youβve done it tooβ¦and if you havenβt you are seriously underselling yourself girlfriend) but I do prefer not to make it so obvious.
So, instead of getting angry, annoyedβ¦disappointed Iβve decided to channel my childhood idol, Miss Piggy. I could have turned all animal on him (again) but Iβm in more of a Miss Piggy mood.
Separated at birth? Damn, I miss those breastfeeding boobs!
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Tonight ladies, Iβm having a ME party! (Make of that what you will!)
I am lurving this song, girls!
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