I hate football because every time there is a match (and especially if Liverpool is playing), I can't watch tv. I have to whisper to the children. We have to tip-toe around the house, in case hubby gets distracted by all the noise.
But I really really hate football when that football-crazed hubby of mine does his victory shouts and dance. 4 o'clock in the morning!! Uggghhh. And then he comes in to the room, bursting with happiness and talks to me like as if it's broad daylight already.
Adakah patut.
I am so cranky today. Blame it on the hubby.
