Summer has come back with a fury to Scotland. As a result, the good lady had me up and out of bed early to enjoy the sunshine.
This is actually her own special code for working her man to death.
Particularly, when as is standard on a Sunday, I have a swine of a hangover.
Recently, with the intention of doing some house fixing up-ing, I bought myself a ridiculously long ladder. This thing when extended can happily reach the roof of my house.
The aim was to paint the window frames of the upper floor of our humble abode.
However, when I purchased said ladder. I did not expect the good lady to demand that I do aerial ladder antics when blazingly hungover.
We stood, looking at the ladder propped up at the side of the house whilst the sun flayed the skin from our bones and made my already dehydrated brain simmer in what little skull juice was left.
I don't know chick. I don't think anyone can climb that high.
Of course you can Daddy, you are a man aren't you? This should be nothing to you.
A little valve somewhere in my desiccated shambling corpse of a body squirted out a smidgeon of testosterone. My body jerked as it took hold.
I mean, aye. It's no bother, I just don't really feel like flying so close to the sun today. I am a bit delicate.
From the beer?
The good lady asked, almost innocently.
Something in my brain slammed a lever and attempted to reverse.
Erm, no. I only had a couple...
A couple of million more like, a voice chuckled in my head.
A couple eh. Well, you should be feeling amazing today. You normally have more than that on a Saturday. In fact... you usually get quite pished!
She chortled as if telling herself an amazing joke that had talking prawns in it.
I looked up the ladder again. Then I looked at the good lady.
She was examining me like a hawk would a three-legged mouse.
My choice was quite clear. I could fess up that I stayed up awfully late and drank far too many beers for a man claiming to be a responsible Daddy or I could stick to my claim of only having two beers and continue the charade of not being hungover...
The good lady smirked as if she knew what the choice would be, in fact, I could see the alternate list of chores already being racked up behind her eyes for me to perform.
I smiled the smile of a man who sups soup with the devil and doesn't even bother with a long spoon and grabbed the ladder with one of my meaty man-hands.
Bang the coffee on love. This won't take me long.
Thank you for posting @meesterboom.
Very humourous tale of weekend happenings....hehe
Wishing you and yours all the best. ^__^
Cheers!
Thank you for reading lass!
It was a good weekend all in all.
All the best to you and yours too!!
You better respond swiftly or I'll be imagining an ending to that story that goes something like
Lol!!
Aaaaaarrrghgh!!!!
Splat!
Phew! I can stop hyperventilating now ;)
Hehe, I can too now I am not up there! :0)
Unlucky!
I had sweet f all last night and woke up fresh as a daisy.
Tonight though.....
Lol, its great to wake up as fresh as a daisy but its also great to get bladdered! hehe! Enjoy tonight!
Cheers, mate. 👍
Ha ha, she had you be the short curlies for sure. Two or Ten, that is the immortal question facing a man whose wife asks how many beers have you had. of course, two. Suck it up buttercup and climb that ladder. I too have a tall ladder to enable climbinb on the roof, never buy a tall ladder folks.
Absolutely, never buy them because you are expected from then on in to crawl up to death defying heights to do stuff.
Hehe, at least I never fessed up to being pished :OD
Never buy a tool you really shouldn't be using with a hangover! Someone will be sure that you use it when you are suffering most...it's one of Murphy's laws...
I know! It has just sat there for weeks gathering dust, first hint of proper sun and its up the ladder with ya!
Oh What a surprise you were with hangover again! Lol The good lady is cunning and knew that if you wanted to deviate from the task of painting had more options for you XD
It's bizarre these hangovers. I never know what causes then but they happen every Sunday!!! ;0)
the good lady i love, without a doubt she is the one who commands, you only obey if you have a lot of beers in your brain, my recommendation for the good lady, is that the male domestic chores be done on saturdays before the beer hour! i imagine your face when you see the long staircase hahahaha!
Hehe, that's quite a good idea! I suspect she would get greedy and tell up done more the next day though!
Oh, I know that moment so well. Waking up looking forward to a good morning of doing absolutely nothing when I get the excited look from my lady. “I can’t wait to attack that garden today, the lawn will look so nice once you’ve spread that dirt and laid the grass seeds.” Sure, I share your enthusiasm, just let me find it.
Careful up on that ladder my friend. I was a painter for many years before teaching and spent many a morning 20ft up hungover. Not fun at all. Lol
That's exactly it! You think, ahh, what a pleasant morning this is going to be and then you get thrust at some chores. Even worse when they are dangerously high!
I survived though. And skived the rest of the day! :0)
Excellent! Upvoted and followed for the humor and especially for the fun Scottish or British sayings ("Sups soup with the devil," and "Bang the coffee on"). Wondering already about next weekend...
I suspect there will be more of the same next weekend ;0)
Well done @meesterboom, you could not put yourself in evidence and show weakness ... A "Macho" man who respects himself, can not let his wife I criticized him the number of beers he took.
When you get on the roof, take advantage and take with you a couple of beers so you can refresh yourself.
Anyway be careful when you are climbing the roof because the hangovers are hard.
I knew it, you were going to fall!
Greetings,
Haha, can you imagine having a couple of beers on the roof! I would probably never come down!
He’s a Scotsman for sure
Who thinks beer amber gold
And he’s climbing a stairway to heaven.
Lol!
To tell you frankly meesterboom, I am afraid of heights. I believe having a hangover would be dangerous for you to be climb given that you would fall from lack of concentration? Be careful, man! Upvoted!
I was like a superman up there!
Happy to visit your post dear friend @meesterboom, I always learn something, today's lesson is never buy a ladder so high, it can be complicated in the days of hangover.
Happy rest of what remains of the domigo dear friend.
That is a very good lesson. I do regret it!! Buying it that is, the trip up was fine!
Tell me about it Boom. I was on a ladder as well. I did not fall but I am about as sore as I would have been if i had fallen anyways. OMG Im using muscles I didnt even know I had! Good luck up there :)
Lol, it is amazing the muscles you use up there!!
I agree with @melvadg - volunteer for jobs on a Saturday before drinking hour, and earn yourself some brownie points for a day of complete rest Sunday.
It's a sound idea! My dear is that she would get antsy and back the covenant on hangover day and parcel out some chores!
Hmm, yes, that would be shooting yourself in the foot!
A real man never fesses up! Must be all the Red Tent training that's empowering your good lady!
I know what you mean when you say empowerment...
witchery!!!!
But of course! Isn't it the only reason!?
The magical powers that women possess....
Hehe, indeed they do!
And what happens next to our hero: a giant Stork drops a p!ump little baby carrying a six-pack of Bud Lite which hits the Boomster right on the gong, kok! Dropping him into the arms of his lover, baby and all...
That would be a fine thing!
I can clearly imagine how the stay up the ladder was. I bet the ladder co-operated and everything was fine or was it the other way round?
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Funny narrative, cool pushy lady you got there... Lol