Conversation with My Wife (16)

“Bones… Castle… Murdoch Mysteries… Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries… iZombie…” “TV show genre Deb and Jack watch too much!”

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I announce to my wife that I am leaving the room. Ten minutes later I actually depart, having performed several minor chores (exactly one involving Deb) as they occur to me while I walk across the room.

DEB: <calling out> “I’m sorry, honey!”

ME: <returning> “Why, honey?”

DEB: “Because I slowed you down when you wanted to be somewhere.”

ME: “Firstly, I’m going to take a shower. This is not time critical. Secondly, doing anything for you makes me happy. If you plunged a knife in my chest, my last thought would be that I had made you happy with my murder. And my second-to-last thought would be: ‘Arterial blood splatters! Honey, you know better than that!’”

DEB: <laughs> “So if I walk up to you with a knife, with my body wrapped in cellophane…”

ME: “I know I am about to make you happy and you won’t get caught! Double win!”

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Husband & retiree. Developer, tech writer, & IT geek. I fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches. Occasionally do weird & goofy things.

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