Joga Bonita? Sayonara Colinho

It's world cup season.

I AM DOOMED.

My father-in-law, brother-in-law and husband are complete soccer fanatics.

And our current living arrangement is a week at my in-laws and a week at my parents'.

This means I can forget about CSI during in-laws week. No, come to think of it, I'll be persuaded to skip Gil Grissom when we're in Cheras, too. That's how wrong it's going to go.



It's time to slip into Major-Sacrifice-For-Husband Mode. Let's look at the trouble to expect.

The Death of Valuable Conversations

Me: Honey, I had a horrible day.
Colin: Really? By the way, England is playing tonight.

Irrational Behaviour

Astro: K-kkkkkk-ickk-ick-ick-kkk...
Colin: Argggghhh, don't...don't...don't act up on me now!!! It's only bleddy drizzling.

Priority Shift

Colin: Honey, how about a quickie tonight instead?
Me: Sure!
Colni: Whoaaaa - you going to dinner naked?

Crankiness from Lack of Sleep

Me: Why are you so cranky today?
Colin: WHO'S CRANKY!!?

Renewed Interest in Beer

Me: That's your 6th mug, Honey...
Colin: Sho Whash? I'm shtill shokay...shokay?

Imposition of Soccer Mania on Others



Did I mention that their little rat of a dog (Caesar) is now wearing a tight but familiar gold and green jersey?

If he could talk, I know he'd say "I'm reporting you to the SPCA you bastards."

World Cup season.

I'm so, so, so doomed.