It is a dreary Wuthering Heights kind of day around here. Here's a sample of the conversations going on in this house:
#1
This morning, when Biggy and Lo were leaving to get her softball pictures made:
Biggy: Sure you don't want to come with us? You know, the mothers usually go.
TR: Those other mothers aren't famous writers who need to post a blog.
Biggy: Yeah, they probably keep the house clean too.
#2
While play-fighting and proving to my husband that I can always reach his junk:
Biggy: Go ahead. There's not a judge in the world who'd convict me...(jabbing at my face, jabbing at my head)
TR: You go ahead. I'd never have to work again.
Biggy: Like they'd ever find your body. I watch the crime shows.
TR: Do you have any idea what kind of hell your life would be with me haunting you? I've watched The Ring and Blair Witch.
#3
E! can testify to the number of times he asks every day:
Biggy: Do you know where my glasses are?
TR: OH MY GOD! I'm so sick of that question! Why don't you just tie them on a string around your neck like all the other old men do?!
Biggy: I bet my second wife will be nicer to me.
3 comments:
aaah, young love...
Hey! You need to keep me out of it, unless you want me to take an unbiased stance on all issues!
Well, I'm on the fence.
I always wear my sunglasses on a leash because they are expensive to replace.
BUT, wearing reading glasses on a leash catapults the wearer into an age bracket that we .. ahem one, might not be comfortable with.
Full disclosure: My second wife is nicer........!
(TR: aren't you glad I found your blog?)
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