Just to make you aware guys, that it's International Women's Day. Not that I pay any attention to it, but Google has just pointed it out to me and I thought I should let you know.
So once Mrs. Buttcheeks has cleaned up the dishes, done the hovering and polishing (in that order of course...I'm sick of telling her how pointless it is to hoover AFTER polishing), and ironed my clothes for tomorrow (always plan ahead guys, women don't like surprises), then its off out to pick something for dinner later on. I'm thinking that today I shall let her choose what she wants to make me, it's only fair after all, and as long as its 3 courses of tasty, culinary complexity, it doesn't really matter does it?
I don't know what football is on later, but when Mrs. B has done the dinner dishes, then today of all days, she is most certainly welcome to watch it with me as long as she doesn't ask what team is what colour. I know, I know...I'm in danger of spoiling her. Go on, say it. I ask you though, what one of us guys wouldn't do their best for their partners?
Damn. I've just noticed the telly remote is on the other couch. Hope she isn't too long walking back from the shops, I can't reach it from here.
