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.
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.