“I’m worried” I whispered to my husband in the kitchen while our visiting friends were sitting out of earshot in our living room.
“What now?” He half-cared asked
“What if she takes it the wrong way?”
“Who takes what the wrong way?”
“You know what I just said”
“What did you say?”
Blowing the hair out of my face in aggravation because he, once again, can’t read my mind, I whisper-shriek “I said that I was worried about her”
“So? What’s so wrong about that?”
“I said that I was worried about how she worried so much!”
“Should I call 911?”
“Shut up! I’m serious, you know how she worries”
“So why the hell did you bring it up then?”
“Ughhh!! Because I’m worried!!!”
“So let me get this straight, if at all humanly possible, you are worried because she is worried that you are worried because she’s worried?”
“EXACTLY!” Sheesh..Finally! “So what should I do?”
After several rib jabs to indicate that I indeed was waiting for some kind of response he says-
“I vote for drinking. Sobriety’s not for everyone you know” He handed me a beer “Please, think of the children”
Booze, Boobs and Baseball. A guy’s life is so mentally uncluttered isn’t it?
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