Read it and Weep

Shut your eyes and imagine a sunny Winter Sunday morning. The house is perfectly still and quiet, apart from a lone bird chirping it’s fucking head off outside the window. Shut the fuck up you are ruining my ambiance.

Now imagine a king size bed covered in a big white doona. Quickly brush off the Vegemite toast crumbs. The bed is covered in Sunday Papers and a takeaway cappuccino is sitting on the bedside. The car has gone, removing all male Woogs for the day.

You like what you see?

Because THAT IS ME IN THAT BED , not getting sex nagged, not watching Playschool and not getting bitched at. So if you do not mind, I have some important snoozing to do.

PS I love you Mr Woog xo