I appear to have found the solution to wives badgering beleaguered husbands to do a bit of hoovering. Balls.
And when I say balls, thankfully, I don't mean standing up to these wife-folk, for that could obviously be very bad for the physical wellbeing of us husband-folk.
No, I mean get them a hoover with a big ball in it.
Vanessa found an offer (another thing wives are good for) a few days ago in which you could trade in your battered old Dyson (one of which we happened to have) in return for a discounted "Dyson Ball Vacuum Cleaner" (right).
She asked my opinion before proceeding with the deal. And, of course, I had very strong views.
Vanessa: "What do you think?"
Barry: "Yeah, whatever."
Anyway, she proceeded to arrive home with this thing and now absolutely loves it - LOVES IT.
She has long complained that our house is too big for one person to hoover and that we should consider hiring a cleaner (over my twitching corpse). But now there's simply not enough carpets for her new toy - which apparently has "great manoeuvrability" - to suck on.
So fellow men, hear my call:
Let your ladies get their balls out and, before you know it, the only whining you'll hear will be from the hoover rather than their sweet, angelic little mouths - at least for a day or two.
And when I say balls, thankfully, I don't mean standing up to these wife-folk, for that could obviously be very bad for the physical wellbeing of us husband-folk.
No, I mean get them a hoover with a big ball in it.
Vanessa found an offer (another thing wives are good for) a few days ago in which you could trade in your battered old Dyson (one of which we happened to have) in return for a discounted "Dyson Ball Vacuum Cleaner" (right).
She asked my opinion before proceeding with the deal. And, of course, I had very strong views.
Vanessa: "What do you think?"
Barry: "Yeah, whatever."
Anyway, she proceeded to arrive home with this thing and now absolutely loves it - LOVES IT.
She has long complained that our house is too big for one person to hoover and that we should consider hiring a cleaner (over my twitching corpse). But now there's simply not enough carpets for her new toy - which apparently has "great manoeuvrability" - to suck on.
So fellow men, hear my call:
Let your ladies get their balls out and, before you know it, the only whining you'll hear will be from the hoover rather than their sweet, angelic little mouths - at least for a day or two.
We have 'a ball' at our house, and we love it too. to the extent even the 11 and 8 year olds sometimes use it!!!!!! Rach xx
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