H is for Hiccup

Short and sweet this morning ... I am at Tees house, it's 7am, her and Mr TC are going over her extension plans ... that sort of thing bores the hell out of me, so I'm sneakily on her computer, typing silently. If Mr TC saw me he would say "What the f*ck are you typing on a Sunday morning???" I swear he must think I have an innernet lover or something ....

Hiccups. I CAN'T STAND WHEN THE BABY GETS THE HICCUPS. Grosses me out. I have to walk around and try to ignore them. It's like, someone is dragging their fingernails down a blackboard. Gives me the creeps. The other night, I was lying in bed and the baby had the biggest case of hiccups EVER. I was tossing and turning, willing it to stop. Finally Mr TC asks what the hell was wrong.

"The baby has the hiccups and it's DISGUSTING."

Silence. Then he pipes up .....

"F*ck you're weird sometimes".