The ONE THING

I'm really into this "self-help/motivational" book that Lulu gave me to read. I am so into it that I have been quoting phrases to The Warr on an almost hourly basis. The whole book is about directed focus and how to effectively channel your energy to hone in on the ONE thing that will make you successful and asks so many awesome questions that help you determine exactly what that ONE thing is. (I will share more of my experience with this book soon!) Anyway - The following is an actual conversation that took place on Sunday morning - during our coffee-and-reading-session in bed:

Warren, I love you.

[cartoon] Conversations at midnight.

later...

  



Husband: No you are not.
Self: Yes I am.

"I am so amazed by your super power hearing!"

  

  

Husband: Stop being dramatic! We are not breaking up. Go TO SLEEP.
Self: it's ok...*sniff*... don't worry about me...*sniff*... I'll be fine.



Husband: You are SO PAINFUL.
Self: Is that why we are breaking up?! Because I'm SO PAINFUL!?! This is just coming out of NO-WHERE!

We are not breaking up... In case you were wondering

And I have finally discovered husband's other secret super-human power -

I call him -

TOLERANCE-MAN.

*the end.

(ps. a while ago I asked on twitter "if you could have any super power in the world - what would it be?" I loved your responses! Blogpost to follow)

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For other cartoons posts on insomnia - click here and here.
For more posts on "conversations with husband" - click here, here and here.

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Bad Day, good wife.

The husband had a horrible day at work the other day. Like. A really really horrible one. I could tell from his messages that he was feeling super low. And, I don't know about you - but when husband is feeling low - it breaks my heart. Ain't no amount of broken-heart-streaming-tear-emoticons can explain how it makes my heart ache. So - as my wifely duty, I decided to devise a little paper adventure to cheer him up when he got home.


The very first note, I stuck outside our apartment building - so that he would see it as soon as he got home to our block of flats. I didn't want to scare the neighbours off with soppy notes of love - so I put the first note into an envelope with just his name - (above) and stuck it outside:

The note inside the envelope (above).

The other side of the note in the envelope - 

led him to the fruit bowl in the apartment building entrance hall.

I had to be sneaky and hide it under the bowl - because I didn't want any ol' creep seeing it and thinking it was for them. No. You don't want that.

(above) the envelope under the fruit bowl.

Inside the fruit bowl envelope: A flaming bomb. 

Because you can't buy flowers for boys with beards.

If you give someone a bomb, you must certainly direct them to the fire-extinguisher. Which I most certainly did - located on the second floor - right outside our front door.

(I did not get a very good snap of this because I could hear someone coming up the stairs and it is very tricky to explain why you are taking pictures of the fire extinguisher without anyone suspecting you of an impending pyromaniac attack)

In the envelope behind the fire extinguisher -

And finally - on our front door -

Except - there was one problem when husband with his down-trodden-head arrived home -

And then?

What did I do - to my husband who has had the worst day in the world?

I shouted at him.

Which was fine...

because by the time he had gone back outside into the cold and collected 

every. single. message I had left for him,
he arrived back at our front door laughing.

Job. Done.

And just so you know....



I'm true to my word.

And even something extra because nothing says "boo hoo"
like eating ice cream out the tub.



xx