Dear person who sits next to me on the plane tomorrow,
It was my husband’s idea to get Mexican food for dinner tonight, not mine.
Sincerely,
Courtney
Not my fault
Voice of reason
I was having some trouble downloading a file tonight, and Mike came in and saved the day. When he’d fixed it, he started doing his little, “I’m so cool” strut and waggling his hips in a little hotshot dance.
I felt it was my duty to inform him then that his fly was down before everything went too much to his head.
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Mike’s quote of the week
Last week I was telling Mike how, even though I’m not a big dog lover, I got sucked into petting a baby corgi. The thing was just so darn cute!
That’s when he warned me, “Puppies make people make bad decisions.”
Rather cynical, but true.
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Instruments of all sorts
I’m not sure if my husband has been ignoring my flatulence tonight, legitimately not hearing it because he’s so absorbed in his book, or thinks it’s just an instrument playing in the orchestral melodies currently emanating from my instrumental Pandora station.
On second thought, we’re not listening to jazz, so the trumpet has yet to feature prominently in any of the featured pieces. I guess it’s probably not option C.
Damn.
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Mike the craft man
Here’s Mike the Engineer getting his craft on.
I loved his zeal, but he sure did ask a lot of questions about exact measurements.
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Books and birds
Last night Mike blocked my hand when I tried to poke him in the rib cage and said, “I can read you like a hawk.”
I don’t know if he was bragging or if that was a back-handed compliment toward whoever taught him to read.
