Oh oh oh so scandalous...

I got the missus a lil worked up today.

You see, her phone had just gotten a bit shy and had abruptly decided to to hide its face from the world. And because of her phone's diva-ish attitude and the resulting non-functioning screen, Ms K faced the very real possibility of a lifetime of hearing her ring tones and alarms and not having any idea who was calling or even what the reminder was for.

Enter the ever-helpful and caring boyfriend. (coincidentally, her musical dialling tone is playing on my itunes as i type this out. So many coincidences with me and her... But that is a different entry.)

Anyway, no, he did not get her a new phone.. This will come on the next pay day or with the arrival of a credit card, whichever comes first. So in the interim, he lent her his trusty old phone.

Only problem is.. trusty wasn't really trustworthy this time around. Oh, how loyalties sway in the presence of a beautiful woman.

She started the conversation innocently enough though.

"Baby, can you go to the main menu while talking on the phone?"

"No, why? do you want to read a msg at the same time?"

"Yah.. "

Thinking that she wanted to read one of those pesky msgs from one of her pesky ex-boyfriends to me, i explained to her how she should go about doing it.

Then in the sweetest tone a girl could ever pull off, (and boy is she extremely capable of sounding like a lil angel when she wants to. This is exactly why i'm gonna get her a brand new phone. Careful boys, they lure you in before they sucker-punch you) she asked,

"Who msgd you luv ya?"

And i did what any guy in my shoes would do. I laughed.

Of course, when i say any guy in my shoes, I mean any innocent guy who wouldn't cheat on their girl. Not some guy who has a lil black book of scandals in his left hand while holding his girlfriend's hand in his left.

The culprit? ... a Pri 5 ex-Mendaki student who was asking how i was doing. A really sweet little girl who meant no harm at all, just missing her good ol teacher. Yes, I was that lovable. Still is in fact, ask any of my students.

Hahaha. credit to the missus, she didn't throw any accusations my way or bitch slapped me six ways from Sunday.

On a separate note altogether, I DID tell her about this whole episode 2 weeks back. But of course she must have been talking about Wentworth Miller, shopping, phones, bags, her new earrings or some other random occurrences or gay actors. So it must have slipped her mind.

Perfectly understandable, of course. It must be tough being a woman. I only worry about the Red Devils and my team's performance every Sunday morning.

United for the treble!