Hubby came home early from the pub Saturday night.
He walked in the door, took a wobbly double take at me sitting in the living room, and promptly told me that I’m not allowed to talk to him because he is a ghost.
He’s a ghost because usually I wouldn’t have the opportunity to hear his random blather for another two hours, and I’d be asleep by then and avoid it entirely.
Somehow being an incorporeal being (instead of just, um, early home) made the most sense to him.
Love that nutter.
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Throw a sheet over him and call it a day then 😀
He did that himself, very soon after the ‘conversation!’
The Phantom Of The Opera?
Thankfully he doesn’t sing or kidnap sopranos.
Lol you shoulda stole all the money out of his pockets and then potsted your innocence, he was after all, a ghost 🙂
You could have protested or professed your innocence also, I give up…..ffs!
P.p.p.p.p.s – Where’s ya like button gone?
Didn’t know it was missing. Just for this post maybe?
Uh oh, I hear twilight zone moosic
Hahah. It’s a ghost, too!
No clue – this was a draft and I have trouble with those.
Okay, is it back?
Damn, good one! Next time!
hahahahaha! My hubby can be just as hilarious. Good to have them around. I suppose he was scaring the crap out of the lot at the pub and had to come home. 😆
Love the cat with the headphones on. Yours?
Maybe they exorcised him!
Not ours, no – just stolen off the net years ago and appropriate as he is a DJ 🙂
BWhahahahahahaha! Luckily it didn’t last. 😆
It’s adorable! Some photos on the net are truly hilarious. 😀