Yep, on Saturday night ... his dearly beloved AFL team the Sydney Swans were defeated ... they were slaughtered ... they were smashed ... they suffered a flogging of epic proportions.
So there goes that celebratory Grand Final winning overseas trip I was planning.
But when a man is feeling low and disheartened ... there is nothing like a hearty breakfast to warm the cockles of his battered and broken heart.
Specially when someone else has cooked it.
And as I told Hubby ... nothing will cheer him up faster than a little spending spree. It will make him soooo happy to get that new sofa anyway ... you know the one we wanted last weekend ... back when he was still happy.
Somewhat surprisingly he agreed.
I think it had something to do with the fact that dibs have already been placed on all the seats ... of that sofa we don't actually own.
Hubby dibbed this one.
Master 13 dibbed this one.
Master 16 dibbed this one.
Which left me with no choice ... but to organise this one for myself.
In this fabric.
On which absolutely no boys are allowed ... EVER.