She is the type of person who looks at the menu for five minutes but ends up ordering the same exact thing every time!

My missus.. I do love her most of the time.

We went to Pizza hut 'again' last night. She cant get enough of their 'Barbeque Chicken' Pizza.

Its OK for the first slice but its too sweet for me.

On the way to Pizza hut she remarked how much she is looking forward to this 'Barbeque Chicken' Pizza..

I know what i'm having.. A meat Pizza. Anyone will do. i'm not bothered. They all taste the same anyway..

So I think we will have a good turnaround. Get in. Order. Eat. Leave.

But she asks for a menu..

She studies each Pizza and reads outs the ingredients.. Each one she says hmmmm this one sounds nice doesn't it?

The waitress comes over and my missus asks for a few more minutes.

I'm starting to get the hump.

I reminded her that she always has the same pizza.. that she had already mentioned on the way to the restaurant that she was looking forward to the 'Barbeque Chicken' Pizza..

The waitress comes over again and my missus places her order - I will have the 'Barbeque Chicken' Pizza please..

..I nearly threw my Coke into her face.

Play Doh is the devil!

I have a 2 year old.

He fricking loves Play Doh... I do not..

The worst of the Play Doh is the Brown one of course..

I thought I just found shite on the floor (maybe from my cat? (I hate my cats! (that's another story..)))

So firstly I shouted some nasty names at my cats (Brian and Betty by the way) and then started to get some tissue to pick up the 'shite'

Well it was not only quite hard but it was dried into my carpet... With my gentle grab (not wanting to put my finger into the shite!) I couldnt budge it.

It only then come to mind that it might be Play Doh..

I kneeled down and gave the 'shite' a cautious sniff..

Thankfully the smell of shite was not present and the some what comforting smell of Play Doh was present.

I done away with the tissue and picked it up with my fingers.

Straight into the bin.

And I still managed to get it under my finger nails.

If any more friends or family buy it for my kid; I am going to throw it out of the window right in front of them.