Maria Nekrasova, reading another selection from the "Funny habits of our husbands" series, interviewed the girlfriends and amounted to us the same, only about our female habits.
- Did I do something like that? Rock and roll is not dancing, removing and putting on the pants, I do not play broom. And generally some kind of humor ... - you show the ass! "Without thinking, answered the spouse." Well, when you need to go through between me and a telly, you can't do it not feeding me, does not understand the head on the TV, well, or ... "Clear. Have not noticed. Now I will be afraid to include a telly with a guest. Suddenly, I think it will go past. - You think it's not too late? - the husband grinned, and the thought smelled.
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Girlfriend talks to food in the cooking process. "Now I will welcome you in boiling oil, ha ha ha!" Saw how she separates meat. Since then, do not quarrel.
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When the daughter just started crawling, she wanted to crawl. Always always! The street was outraged that she was not released to rip the asphalt, it was impossible to carry it in the stroller. I distracted toys, the phone was sowed, the songs sang ...
The only thing that could be calming is, this is a carriage song: "It will only get over Moscow most." I threw her on the whole park until my daughter fell asleep. Nothing, no one shaggy.
Four years have passed since then, the daughter has grown up, but whenever the stroller gets into his hands, more often - Auchan trolley, I sing the "Motor's Song". It is melodic, and in the store move faster for her.
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Children and songs, in my opinion, a separate topic. When I omitted myself, with all his colic-gaze, so that he herself fall asleep, sang "mowed yas stable." I stand this, I swirl: "Hay, on-to-on-on-on-on".
Homemade, maybe rusted, but carefully, for someone is ridiculous, hence, I slept and ready for the feats.
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And I smell socks.
When the son still allowed the foot size, he dragged my socks. I also love black, gray, so there was no problems with the color differentiation of socks. Its confusing all over the house - and in the Mimin Cabinet for new ones. And how it pushes - it would not be in the dirty throw, folded and put it back. Type it was, I did not take. The first time noticed - there was a scandal. The second time noticed - scales pink. But black did not go anywhere! In general, so I started a funny habit, smell socks before putting on. Although the son of my socks has long been small, so now let my husband sniffs.
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Our Russchka had some trouble with her hair, and she wore a wig lining as Kobson. On the windowsill in her office there were some kind of vague flower, most of all like a bundle of a bundle of herbs, well. or exhausted hair lump. Ruschka was aunt cheerful, and whenever he watered a flower, his free hand stroked her wig.
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The nurse at work was not one breast. On the days, when the opportunity had fallen out, she shot the bra (staying in a bathrobe), hung on a chair. And the lift from the bra, so as not to be lost, put on the windowsill. The pad inevitably fell over the battery, then the sister of the name of Sanitar, who had a stationery line to smell the lining. Well, alike to the entire corridor: "Mikhalych, get my boob!"
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When I see a mirror, I try to wind your hair on your nose like Freken side. I have never happened. Sculp.
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When I was sitting on a diet, always examined the "problem zone" in front of the mirror. I approach the large mirror in the room, I'll get my pants, I'll try it, I quit, shook and then go.
One day she was delayed on the street at the mirror showcase ... I saved only what I was in jeans, and not in training. Literally caught her hand pulling the belt.
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I sing loud under the noise of the vacuum cleaner. And necessarily some vulgar, in the spirit of "girls in the lake bathe". And what: words do not care anyway!
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Grandmother deftly throws garbage through the whole kitchen in the trash can - years of training. I do not remember who of us-grandchildren taught her shouting: "In the top ten!", But the grandmother does it since then. Twenty years passed.
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Mom walks to smoke in the toilet. Little toilet, in the shoulders of hijacking, there is nowhere to go, except to sit on the toilet. Sits on the push, smokes with an open door. I usually stand in the corridor on the contrary, and chatting.