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Grrrr WOMEN they drive me mad!


We were due to go on holiday
My wife said she was on her way
I’d got the car engine running 
I waited
and waited
and waited



But my wife Marcie was on the phone to her mom
Marcie had INSISTED her mother lived in our granny flat
Why couldn’t she pop next door to say goodbye…

Going on holiday is the only way I can escape from the old bag
Still at least she’s looking after Mitzi our Chihuahua


We arrive at the airport just in time ….

Marcie walks ahead in a cloud of Chanel No 5 perfume
To me it smells like cat’s pee
but if it was good enough for Marilyn Monroe she HAS to wear it


Unfortunately I had chosen the only trolley with the wonky wheel
That darn trolley has a mind of it’s own … it must be a female!
The electric doors open and close like see through curtains
I struggle with a mountain of three suitcases, but only one is mine
And half of MY case is taken up with five pairs of Marcie’s shoes
Tell me guys
Why does a woman have to pack the kitchen sink ‘just in case’
One small suitcase is FULL of her make up
Gee I hope she remembered to pack the trowel with which to apply it!

At the check in desk we discover one of the cases is overweight
Yes … you guessed it – its mine with all her bloody shoes in it
I have to stump up thirty-five dollars in excess baggage fees!
What a great way to start a relaxing break...

When we board the plane things are no better
Marcie moans about the cramped seats 
She has to ask for a seat-belt extension
telling the stewardess the seats are smaller than those the last time we flew
Maybe if she lost a few pounds that would make a difference  …
But of course I hold my tongue

Marcie moans about the noise as we take off
She moans about the aircraft food but still eats every mouthful
She complains how tiny the toilet stalls are
her huge butt doesn’t help but I hold my tongue

As we are landing she says how much she misses her mom and the dog

THAT WAS THE FINAL STRAW

Next year Marcie and her mum can go away 
I’m staying at home with the dog!


06-12-17

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