Ahhhh, it was nice to feel a breeze in me nethers whilst I looked at Lolcats and other important intermemes for the day (actually did do work, totes truthing). When one is interfacing with one's Mac Book Pro and the interweb one can become oblivious to all ones surroundings. We merged to became a higher being during that time and it was like my laptop became a further extension of my beer gut.
|I have excellent work posture|
Some six hours later Husband arrives home after his long day in
GBM: 'I was warm and I had loads to do today'
This was truth, we exchanged our usual pleasantries however I could see that something was not sitting quite right with him, his brow was furrowed and he seemed a bit distracted.
The Gif of Visualisation
Husband: 'Hun, did you really need all the windows opened?'
GBM: 'Eh, told you I was warm'
Husband: 'But there are bugs and insects everywhere'
I stay glued to my laptop screen
GBM: 'Really? I hadn't noticed'
Husband: 'Haven't you ever lived on the continent before?'
I looked at him, he knows I have not.
Husband: 'Right I know, you haven't, listen it's not like Ireland, the house can get infested with bugs if you leave windows opened all day in hot weather'
GBM: 'But the heat?'
Husband: 'You need to create a draft, open a window at either end of the apartment to allow the air and insects to flow through'
Well this seemed like an incredibly logical and ingenious solution, no wonder I hadn't thought of it. I look at him with sad eyes
GBM: 'I'm sorry'
Husband: 'It's alright hun, just remember next time'
At that moment his forgiveness seemed genuine but as the night progressed and with each new bug he had to squish I could feel him getting more frustrated, I kept looking at him apologetically with each tiny death. It was the ones that made a loud crunch sound that seemed to piss him off the most. It was at that point I decided I would form an attack on the problem first thing in the morning as soon as there was natural light (you couldn't really see the bastards in the dark). I would get up and very dramatically kill every last one of our unwanted visitors, Husband would be so proud of me and we could move past this minor mishap.
|My overdramatic response|
Alas my getup might have been slightly premature as when I entered the living room I was greeted with the sight of our infestation lying in a heap on the floor. The majority had died overnight. Oh well no harm, no foul, I guess. We swept up the remains and dustpanned them into the bin.
Sorry Husband, I hope you know it won't happen again, this is one Ginger Blog Man that now knows how and why he should always create a draft.