Blame my husband.

If my face is bruised and battered
Blame my husband.

For last night was a camp out in our yard
 for cub scouts
And Roo had liked the tent.

Mike said "Take him with you."


The troubles with a tent, is not only can he crawl and fall on you
but he can get a running start to do so.

So if my face is bruised and battered
and my glasses sit all kitty-wompus
and I want to nap instead of work.
Blame my husband.