A continuation of the man and woman post….
Yesterday late at night, the guard came knocking on our door because the neighbours were complaining. Duh, my handman insist it is only 10+ pm. Anyway, he had finished sawing off the iron bars and he left a big gap on the window and couldn’t put up the door. Those thieves missed coming in through our Selamat Datang lubang on the wall. Too bad, thieves, we did leave a hole big enough for the fattest Santa but you missed the chance.
This morning, after I returned from some early morning church duty, my dear hubby asked what I wanted for breakfast. So, he went out to tapau some nasi lemak for himself and dim sum for me. After makan……jeng, jeng, jeng…
He : Come, I feed you full already. Get to work.
Me : Don’t want lah, ask your sons lah. They are the one who are so excited about doing it.
(but we know they won’t wake till very late)
He : You know how to screw?
Me : Don’t want lah. Later I screw senget or drill the screw into your skull instead.
In the end, there I was, standing on a balcony without barrier, three floors up, holding a damn heavy iron grill door while my handyman went hunting for his gadget. I imagine losing hold and the door toppled on me and I hung three floors up, wearing only sarong and nothing else. Feet dangling terkangkang and screaming, “tolong, tolong, sarong saya sudah mau jatuh”
But all is well, the door is up. Screwed nicely. I told ya I married a handyman, didn’t I?