Last night when Keith got in from footy he asked me where was the remote control, now I was laying on the bed watching tv and told him I had no idea and basically to open his eyes and look...well, today I found it under the skinny book pages on my crafting table.
He WILL ask me where it was - do I just fess up and put up with the teasing all evening...or try and bluff my way out of it, by saying I found it when clearing up, which to be honest is not plausible, as that would imply I had done some housework.
I am relying on the sheenies to be my moral compass here and offer sound words of advice.

jak
He WILL ask me where it was - do I just fess up and put up with the teasing all evening...or try and bluff my way out of it, by saying I found it when clearing up, which to be honest is not plausible, as that would imply I had done some housework.
I am relying on the sheenies to be my moral compass here and offer sound words of advice.


jak


