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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.
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.
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.
The other night when I couldn’t fall asleep, I did what I used to do when I was a kid, and I put my head at the foot of the bed and my feet at the head of the bed.
I fell asleep immediately just as I always used to do, but apparently being married changes things. So whereas I used to sleep soundly “upside” down all night, Mike inadvertently woke me up (and pissed me off) when he started searching blindly for more covers in the middle of the night, in the process ripping the pillow I’d comfortably been snoring on directly out from under my head, on accident sure, but nonetheless, it was certainly a jarring way to be roused.
I was also a bit offended by the similarity he apparently finds between my feet and my face.
Oh well. He put a ring on it, so now he’s stuck with me regardless.
You know, I get a lot of flack for protagonizing Mike.
However, I personally think that most of the time he’s his own worst enemy.
I present Exhibit A … I mean, that’s a booby trap if I ever saw one!
Having a Jeep is great for staying steady on slick streets and for successfully reaching bumpy, backroad trailheads.
A Jeep is also great for claiming free furniture on the side of the road.
Buh-yah new dresser!
