My Wife’s Feisty Day

Well, my wife is apparently on the mend quite well since she’s regaining her feistiness.  I had to share the love from today, which has been almost non-stop:

Walking into the room while she was watching Hoda and Kathie Lee ooh and aah over some fattening hot mess that included lobster…

  • DI: “Oh, lobster is my absolute favorite.  But its expensive.”
  • ME: “I thought I was your favorite.”
  • DI: “You’re my favorite, babe.”
  • ME: “But I’m cheaper than lobster…”

Driving around town to get more shit-sand for our two hairy shit factories (cats)…

  • DI: “Watch it.  This is a 30 zone.  You’re going 31.”
  • ———– driving…
  • DI: “Bump! Watch it! Jesus!”
  • ———– more driving…
  • ME: “Sweetness, please don’t think for a second that your current handicapped condition won’t stop me from slapping you up.”
  • DI: [calmly] “F you.”
  • ME: “Right.”

Coming in the front gate to our installation, on the way home with a stop at the Class Six (English: convenience store with liquor and smokes)…

  • ME: “Okay, babe, so smokes and beer… anything else?  What do you need?”
  • DI: “Oh f-it.  I didn’t shit myself silly or anything this morning, so get me a tiny vodka.”
  • ME: [almost wrecks car into armed guard while laughing]

You can’t make this shit up, and we probably ought to sell tickets for it.


4 Responses to “My Wife’s Feisty Day”

  1. Great back and forth!

  2. Wonderful banter. Glad Di is on the mend.

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