Its a day of working from home and the hand is hurting again. I'm complaining to the husband. He's looking at me as if there is an alien in the house. With a cup of coffee in hand - which is his routine once back from office (apparently) - he asks me what I did the entire day.
I'm contemplating if I can tell him about the mysterious case of necklace untangling that took me about 20 mins followed by a task to find a position to sit on bed that is allows me to not disturb the pile of clothes but also nearer to the charging point (that took me the next 15 mins)and finally meeting one of my college crushes. The guy is a design genius and being married for 5 years did not really stop me from blushing when he gave me a compliment.
But none of that actually relates to the pain in my hand. I'm looking at what could possibly be the reason and he suddenly snatches the phone from my hand. Showing a 'recent study' .. he conveniently blames it on my beautiful phone. Seldom does he know - I'm committed to it like he is to the Indian cricket team
I'm contemplating if I can tell him about the mysterious case of necklace untangling that took me about 20 mins followed by a task to find a position to sit on bed that is allows me to not disturb the pile of clothes but also nearer to the charging point (that took me the next 15 mins)and finally meeting one of my college crushes. The guy is a design genius and being married for 5 years did not really stop me from blushing when he gave me a compliment.
But none of that actually relates to the pain in my hand. I'm looking at what could possibly be the reason and he suddenly snatches the phone from my hand. Showing a 'recent study' .. he conveniently blames it on my beautiful phone. Seldom does he know - I'm committed to it like he is to the Indian cricket team
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