The Hub has been the butt of my nagging for weeks. I’m all about Christmas cheer but I never expected to marry Santa:
His beard got bigger and bushier and my nagging got louder and longer. The Hub decided he’d had enough and would have a little fun at my expense.
He came to bed the other night, beard intact. At four a.m. he went to the bathroom.
When I got up next morning, I found the little gift he left me, à la cat:
A hairball, you vulgar-minded lot.
Overjoyed, I went to kiss him with his morning coffee but recoiled when I found Paulie Sr from Orange County Choppers in our bed:
I avoided looking at him all day as he giggled away.
He finally relented in the middle of the next night, and normal Hub has been restored:
He may not be happy, but I am. Don’t bother feeling sorry for him; I won’t pass on the comments.