I cried buckets last night. Between each gulping sob I dialed my Husband’s number. Maybe 20 or 30 times. Willing him to pick up. No answer.
Probably for the best, as I might have said things I’d regret.
By the time he returned my calls half an hour later I’d calmed down enough to merely say: “You left it unlocked.”
We lost the flat-screen TV, the DVD player, the computer, two lamps, even the dust-buster.
All because he left the bloody bunny hutch open ALL day.
Freakin’ bunnies had a freakin’ field day. Electrical cord banquet.
Fortunately we had safety switches installed when Frodo gnawed through the fridge cord, but all the residual power bouncing around the house meant it took hours to get things working again, after we’d meticulously checked every wire in the house for damage.
Yes, yes, rabbit stew, I know. But they’re just dumb animals who didn’t know any better.
How about husband stew instead ….