He Doesn’t Have the Stones to Leave Me*

Pillow talk:

Me – Aw, c’mon. How dumb do you think I am?

Michael, purposely ignoring the rhetorical nature of the question – Very dumb. I think I could bring in a rock to replace you.

Me, calling his bluff – Oh, yeah? Well, why don’t you go find a rock then?

Michael – I just might.

Me – Good luck finding a pretty one.

Michael – It doesn’t have to be pretty. It just has to cook.

Me, caressing his stomach – I see. But, what about my other wifely duties?

Michael – You don’t have any other wifely duties. I can always just write “headache” on the rock.

Uproarious laughter ensues.

*He’d have to be far boulder than he is.

Comments 3

  • is there a little symbol or AOL-speak acronym for the giggle? ‘Cause I could use one right about now.

  • You rock, Debbie.

    BTW, Yahoo’s RSS module keeps substituting “Brad DeLong’s Semi-Daily Journal” in its place. Maybe yahoo doesn’t have any stones? I keep waiting for the Folger’s Crystals marketing cognoscenti to jump out from behind the curtain.

  • He could never fine a rock as sweet and loving as you are. ( also you make wonderful pumpkin bread) You know the rocks are not always greener on the other side of the hill. So just ponder that for a moment.

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