I have yet again caught my darling hubby (sarcastic form) sneaking up on me.
It's a great game you see.
He stalks me. Silently. Stealthily.
Until he is standing somewhere close to me
He then waits for me to notice him at which time I usually scream and have heart palpitations!!
Or if I'm sitting on the bed reading or talking with my *net friends*, he will silently crawl in the door then around the foot of the bed until he can pop up dramatically behind me.
And this is a highly amusing sport to him.
To me? Not so much. Actually not at all. If I wanted to die from fright I would try skydiving or base jumping or swimming with sharks. I am sick to death of having the bejeezus scared out of me on a regular basis. A girl can only take so much fright in her life.
But does it end with a scream?
He then laughs at me and expects me to act affectionately towards him. Probably thinks he deserves a rewarding pat for his sneaky prowess.
Last thing I want to do after having him make me scream is kiss the daft man. Truth be told I want to throttle him. Repeatedly.
I should hide his teeth