Why do husbands feel a visceral need to chase you around the house with their nail parings ?

Honestly !!  This is one of the many teeny little annoying things about my wonderful Man.  It’s not exactly a hanging offence, in the big scheme of things, (and I’m lucky enough to have a fine specimen of love and kindness as my chosen mate) .. but    C O M E    O N !

It’s the child in them, mithinks.  That need to make the little girl in the playground squeal in horror and revulsion at the Newt they are trying to crowbar down the back of her dress.  Only there are no Newts around in the conjugal home – so it’s nail clippings, or trumping, or bogies.

Basic viscera tomfoolery, or bits of skin, hair & nail scullduggery.

 

Gotta love them !  Big Kids !

 

Till later my Lovelies.