NINJA VS THE HUSBAND

Its two weeks till we head back to the big city for the next round of doctors, hospitals and all that fun. In the meantime  I have been finding little jobs to keep myself entertained. Not paid jobs (I wish), but those little tasks around the house that have needed doing for a while.

Take the bathroom for instance. Its just had a bit of a tidy up and to finish off the job I placed a fabulous air sanitiser on the shelf above the toilet. This contraption fascinates me. It is motion detected and puffs out vanilla scented air when it detects your presence at the toilet. I love it! The husband does not.

You see he went about his business in the bathroom and got vanilla fragranced straight in the face. I heard the roar from the other side of the house and keeled over laughing when I found out what was wrong. I had forgotten a golden rule. Women sit but men stand. While he stormed out of the bathroom smelling a little better than when he went in, I decided to move my vanilla scented ninja elsewhere.I moved it to the floor.

An hour later (he drinks a lot of water), the husband returned prepared for the attack. While he carefully checked the top of the toilet the ninja zapped him from below. Again I heard a roar followed by " get rid of this bloody thing". I'm laughing as I write this. Its not going anywhere! Not only is it providing me with entertainment, my bathroom and husband smell amazing.

The poor man has been copping a lot lately. Yesterday I found a new app on my phone called WatchOn. In short, this app converts your phone to a remote control for your TV, DVD and airconditioner. It is the ultimate tool for the lazy.

Now I have been trying to convince the husband we need a new TV but he is not having a bar of any well thought out argument I present. His argument is a bit like his wardrobe. It doesn't need upgrading while its still wearable. So I thought I would use a new tactic to push my case (insert devious giggle).

While the husband was watching the news last night the TV mysteriously died a number of times. He looked around for the remotes and a kid to blame but the remotes were near him on the table, and the kids therefore innocent of all charges. Each time the TV went off it soon re -started.The husband looked somewhat confused so seizing the opportunity I launched into my " can we upgrade the TV now routine" and added for good measure " its obviously on its way out".

But...as usual I couldn't maintain a straight face for long and I started laughing. He saw my phone in my hand and twigged that somehow there was a connection. The kids were hysterical with laughter so the husband stormed out of the room...to the bathroom. The ninja having been inactive for its requisite 20 minutes, blasted him immediately. Another roar filled the house," I told you to get rid of this bloody thing".

Heehee I don't think so!