I was very excited after watching the latest Sealy ad, currently running on TV.
Breathing heavily, I burst into our bedroom and told the wife: “This is a perfect time to have another baby.”
She gave me the lazy eye (that I for a fleeting second first confused with the “come-get-it-eyes”) and went about her business.
“No, I’m serious,” I tell her, trying to get my heavy breathing under control. I had done the five metre sprint from the sitting- to our bedroom in a new world record time.

“Bokkie,” she smiled, “we really can’t afford another baby now.”
“That’s just it, Bokkie, we are not going to pay for it,” I tell her with a know-it-all smile.
“I’ve just saw the Sealy ad on tv, where Sealy says they support everything that happens on their beds,” I tell her.
So, I argued to her, obviously we’ll conceive the little one on the bed – we’ll take leave in order to make sure it happens.
And just in case Sealy tries to pull out of it, we’ll organise a home birth. Just to be safe, we’ll get two doctors to handle that. We just need to get them both on the bed during the process and here’s your account, Sealy.
And so we’ll have a little one – and Sealy will “support” it for the next eighteen years. Hopefully, I tell her (to sweeten the deal) we can get Sealy to pay for its university fees.
By now off course, by my thinking, I’ve sealed the deal and I start my advances. That’s till wifey stops me and says: “Great plan, Bokkie. Pity we don’t have a Sealy!”
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